He Set off for the World with the Shirt on His Back
by Adam Jakab
RTL Klub Fokusz
Zoltán Böszörményi arrived in Toronto without the command of the language or any marketable skills and with $25 in his pocket. A few years and a college degree later he was running his own business. But it was not there that he made his first million.
“This book will be enjoyed by many and loathed by no less. No reader will be left indifferent.” Says György Ferdinándy, the writer.
“Not a bad book, but I doubt if I’d read it again,” said the person who handed me the book. This and the above quote on the back of the book piqued my curiosity.
A sweeping wind soaking everything
And drying its time-bandages on my back.
I’m undecided between dream and reality.
Thought is treading with a planet pack.
The wind can start without being blown.
We have the ideal buried deep inside,
The Lord will save us from drowning in sin,
I can see hope on new hope crucified.
Smarting, dismembered, live memories.
They drip their sticky honey on my spirit,
They paint my black trails with starlight breeze.
The magic of sand projects me into space.
You could be my safe shelter. The wind
Brings you back, but you never reach my face.
