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"We are in the realm of the antiutopia, a cursed,
amoral totalitarian existence poignantly familiar. The ambiguous setting,
a metaphorical province that plays a predominant role, is somewhere
in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, near the Ukrainian border. It
is a dark, destructive, devastating region, a 'freezing hell' whose
inhabitants live in captivity, some in enforced bondage, some in self-imposed
exile. This baleful, restricted territory, controlled by an impersonal,
sadistic secret police and/or military force, is not merely a fictional
communist camp or penal colony, but, as the title suggests, an absurd,
'postmodern' gulag, an irrational survival zone of demonic proportions.
The time is either the recent past or the near future - possibly a period
following a nuclear holocaust." "For weeks, months, maybe years I'd been living in
the Sinistra district under the alias Andrei Bodor when a trackman's
job opened up at the narrow-gauge forest railway. Tin-sheathed freight
cars and scrapped trolleys were used on the railway to transport fruit,
horse carcasses, and other feed to the bears on the nature reserve.
There, behind the fencing of the reserve, far from the world, lived
my adopted son, Béla Budasian, whose circumstances had let me to move
to this mountainous region up north. So as soon as I heard that trackman
Augustin Konnert had been found in several pieces one morning beside
the tracks, I applied for his post at once. "During the night, the train stops at a junction.
Soldiers stand in the steam shooting out from under the train, other
soldiers check the wheels.
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