The Phenomenon
“Jesus calls you, too, but not on your cell phone.” Sindbad read the admonition on the inner glass door of the Church of the Minorites in Eger when, on a Monday morning – temporarily stopping his water cure – he entered the church for a little meditation. Yes, this time he went into God’s house not to reconnoiter women but to ponder over his life. (The day before he had made a pilgrimage to the neglected Rascian Church that stood alone on the outskirts of the town. There no seduction target met his eyes, only an unshaven, knock-kneed janitor in slapping flip-flops and a one-eyed party-colored cat–whose nose – because of casualties acquired in some hurly-burly with some other tomcats–got a Serbian cut if looked at side-face. He saw no other living creature, if we do not coun
