“Oh how much money I’ve lent to people. Later I never got it back. And I probably never will. The person who owned me the most died last week. His family now say they don’t have anything to do with his debts. Damn bastards … It was for them, so he said. The judge ruled in their favour … Did you hear that? She judged in their favour … Is this a legal country I ask you? This is mafia I’m telling you … Bastards stick together and nobody can do anything about it.”
“There, there, it can’t be that bad,” I tried to defend our legal country although the country didn’t ask me neither it deserved it.
Rudi Mlinar (born in 1950 in Dolgo Brdo near Prevalje) wrote about twenty theatrical plays for the youth and about twenty for adults. His first book was published in 1984 (collection of short storiess Pekoče zvezde), in 2004 a novel Ciril iz Šentanela was published and in 2005 followed a novel Vsa njegova križpotja, which he wrote together with his wife Ivana Vatovec.
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Presenting facts from the life around the station is well variegated with the descriptions of every-day’s worries, with vivid and in some extent even lyrical interpolations of station workers’ descriptions: “Up, down, left, right … danced the rubber against the glass. Ali suspected that Hasan can no longer see him and that he has returned into his own world, where there was no place for Ali. He rushed on. After few steps he turned back. It occurred to him that maybe it would be wise to say something after all. But he didn’t. Hasan’s sheep pastured on the wiped glass surface.”
The thought about how many hardworking hands enable us safe being and travel arranging on the station, rarely crosses our mind. With Mlinar’s The Station the ones who almost unnoticeably ensure the railway traffic runs smoothly step out of the shade.