Levél Budapeströl
The scene was rather unusual, admittedly, and strange things seem to happen just when you least expect it. I was sceptical about the experience in the first place: a journey through a virtual world. So it was even to my own surprise that after walking out of a round apparatus called BodySpin in Budapest earlier this month, part of a project called “Crash Test Dummy,“ that I excitedly called my girlfriend to relay news of a most wonderful virtual experience. Mr. Szeremley is not that much of a crackpot after all, I thought, as I keyed in the number on my mobile phone.
Huba Szeremley is a Hungarian theologian, vintner and businessman and one of the country’s richest men. In an interview he gave me just a few days earlier he had veered off on a tangent, recounting how he had learned to measure his life in something other than the Gregorian calendar. He even explained how he had managed to live in multiple dimensions.
The first dimension was length, he explained, the second, width – and that he had recently been paying attention to life‘s third dimension. Most interestingly, he is now preparing for and very close to being able to live in four dimensions, whatever that means. I guess ...
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