After Mongolia, Svetislav Basara, who wandered around in « Absurdia », brings us to Beijing where the narrator finds his evanescent friend Fin, to Paris where he shares his thoughts while falling from the Eiffel Tower, to Susengerd where he buys his mother back after she was kidnapped by slave traders, and so on. In basarian cosmogony, it is obvious that these Mongolia, China, Cyprus and other Serbias are, if not imaginary, at least outrageously unauthentic places, sham countries, absurd entities. As absurd as what’s taking place inside them, that is to say the whole human activities. The only thing which authenticity and reality cannot be called into question, is the overwhelming feeling of nothingness.
That’s how, in the shortstory Lost in a supermarket, the narrator is being locked in a temple of consumption where he was going to buy some razor blades (to shave, unless, as he said, he wants to cut his veins), and as the phone rings through the night, who else could it be on the line other than God himself ?