Deutsch Tamás: Konteó, hogy Orbán tudott a kegyelemről

Belso szemlelet a zsiroshaju szemszogebol *He awoke, standing in the harsh glare of the camera's unforgiving lens. His eyes, still trembling from the echoes of the night prior, bore witness to an unforgiving spectacle. Nostrils tainted with the still lingering scent of white powder, he found himself ensnared in the aftermath of a journey his body has yet cope with.* *His hands, gripped by the dryness ,betrayed the silent struggles of a man wrestling with the choices made in the intoxicating haze of an action-packed evening. Beads of sweat, like tiny traitors, adorned his furrowed brow, each one a testament to the physical toll exacted by the actions of the previous night.* *As the camera's unblinking eye continued its scrutiny, his tongue stumbled over words, forming a disjointed symphony of incoherence. Amidst the fog of consequences, all that escaped his lips was a primal utterance, a guttural "ohhh mmm ohhh" that hung in the air like an unanswered question, a lingering ghost of the night's escapades.*