13922>by Gusztáv Kosztolányi It was with a slight sense of foreboding that I approached the porter at the gate of the National Psychiatric Institute at LipótmezÅ‘, a little off the beaten track on the Buda side of the capital. Having laboured my way uphill in the pitiless heat (ironic that after so much destruction was […]

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