An experimental novel but also an allegory, set outside a specific space and time. The main protagonist is called Lorenz, first a guerrilla hiding in the woods, then a leader whose sense of leadership clearly takes over his whole being. But everyone and everything gradually betray and abandon him. So he ends up alone, somehow lifeless. The fourth prose by Anna Zonová, born in 1962, originally from Nižný Komárnik in Slovakia, is seemingly a formal play, sometimes perhaps even a purely grammatical prose floating on a wave of language itself and its potential. In essence, however, it’s criticism of power tools which actually grab the whole of the world by the throat today. The greatest traitor of course is Lorenz himself, betraying his own humanity, a ruthless usurper of others for his own benefit. A black comedy that leaves a tragic aftertaste.