SUCK

”For a long time the writers and directors have been 
telling and retelling a story about a provincial 
boy who arrives in the city and tries to 
conquer it. And bored, lifeless towns folk 
observe with a strange hope his
 wild, incomprehensible desire to reach their level,
 to become as they are; they observe how, for this,
 he is ready to sacrifice all, even joy,
 even goodness, even love; they observe and 
help him so they can be by his side and
observe. And he rises, gains power 
becomes important and finally realises that he has
 reached their level, that he’s become, like all of them, cold, 
calculating, without love, and that soon he’ll have to 
search for his warm victim and, with his 
cold, dead vampire desire observe it and suck, 
suck.”

Alojz Ihan

TUNNEL

”Imagine a tunnel through which 
people walk every day, a very short tunnel,
 an ordinary subway under a street or a railway
track, one you’ve passed a hundred times without thinking. 
Then one time you enter and when after a couple of steps 
you should have been out, you’re still in a tunnel, 
in a very short tunnel; scores of people
 pass it in any given moment, you see them how 
easily they reach the exit, while you walk, 
walk, run and rest to catch your breath,
 then walk again, then run again, you call for help,
 you break things … but you can’t reach the end 
and although the tunnel is only a step long, half a step, a centimetre, a part of a word, 
you can spend weeks, months, years, decades in it and
 if you ever come out of it, exhausted, you learn that
 you were insane.”

Alojz Ihan

HUMAN FLESH

”I rebelled, everyone in the group rebelled.
 Than the guide explained to us that cannibalism
 was in these parts an age-old, disturbing 
tradition, and that the meal would remain
in our fondest memories. As to the flesh, he promised
 it would be fresh, wholesome, and very young,
 indeed, a child´s, and that there would be nothing
 illegal in this as the children had died
 in natural death; from hunger. Moreover, the agency paid
the parents or relatives an exeptionally high price, 
and thus, with every bite, we would, in effect,
 be making possible one whole meal for another hungry 
child and, thus, perhaps, be saving him from death. From
 that day on, I have been eating human flesh.”

Alojz Ihan

SEED

”When get it, it is alien to all, a tiny, 
fine seed, and because it is the only one, he starts searching for
 soil for it, till it, water it, defend it,
 steal it. Then the seed sprouts and because of it 
it is necessary to put up fences, poison
 game, shoot birds; and every day observe
 the growth and every night in dreams learn to love
 blindly; because those whose harvest will be bread
 will love bread and those whose
 harvest will be stone will love stone; those whose 
harvest will be poison will love poison and 
those whose harvest will be hate will 
have to love hate.”

Alojz Ihan

 SPRING

“She pouted and blew 
her hair off her forehead. This was 
what most excided him every single time. But 
he never told her. Perhaps he feared 
it might then change. That it might become an act. 
He never showed her, either. Just observed 
with a pounding heart. 
At times, she didn’t do it for a whole day. 
Sometimes he waited for a week. Sultry summers were 
the sole exception. In winter he made sure that 
the flat was steaming. He didn’t care for autumn or for spring. 
He remembered that once he’d waited 
the whole month of March and half of April.”

Alojz Ihan