Jan or the Unfound

He who seeks shall not find. He who does not seek shall be found. And what about the one who does not seek, and yet remains unfound? Does it say something about us? About our time? About God? About the world? About Franz Kafka? About B.? Or is it just another unsolvable postmodern koan? The story takes place in B. – a city you can and should visit. There you'll find treats, dancing, poetry read from the miniature Kolibřík edition, and a station orchestra that plays for every journey there and back.