The minimum breathing

For more than ten years, I was one of the domestic correspondents of the Baltimore-based Magyar Újság, with an independent column. What is close to me is the gloss, which left the printing press under the title Salty crisps in some papers and Salty pretzels in others. In the past thirty years, I have "delighted" my readers with countless short stories and stories, and these were published under the title Mai palócmesék. Today, I only "bless" Gyarmati Híreket with a half-spotted column, which is registered under the name Álturmix, and which informs the Palóc brothers that the sad Géza is still alive.