Welcome to Ratburg
“When I arrived in this town, the first living soul I met was a rat.”
This is the way Marko Pekelny began his story after having come back from his last trip. Each time experiencing breakneck adventures, this guy, who at first glance seemed so quiet and had such a far from heroic appearance, appeared at my place without any notice. Tossing out a brief “salute” at the doorstep, he came upstairs right away to my study, entering the holiest of holies, where even my wife feared to drop by without a knock at the door. On the steps Marko, without turning his head, asked:
“Got any coffee?”
He wasn’t interested in the answer. He knew the answer beforehand—there had to be coffee. When I came back with it, Marko was already lying on the couch, throwing his long legs over the e
