Since I learned to read letters, and that was quite long time ago, I fell in love with movies and books. Not a day passes without a page of some book read -- a day without a movie is possible though, I haven't so much time at hand as I used to have when I was student.
I like immensely to travel too, but as that passion of mine is hardly possible to fulfill every year, I satisfy myself with those at hand, and those are well, you know, books and movies. A combination of both would be perfect and here I'll try to reflect on those - books and their adaptations, never mind the time, the form and the language in which they were made.
I love this story - in just a few pages it is a prime example of Philip K. Dick's inexhaustible inventiveness and wittiness. Here especially I was delighted by the story twist(s). Although paranoia as an omnipresent theme of his stories sometimes enervates, in this story that didn't bother me an iota :)
