The aftermath of reading Carson McCuller’s “The Ballad Of the Sad Café” is filled with strange stories that beleaguer me while I’m still lying in bed. The strangest one among them is the story of twins, snipers, who’ve lost their minds in one of the wars of the American Empire. Upon coming home to their little southern town, they lock themselves in a water tower from where they pick out strangers and shoot them. Despite the inconvenience brought to the townsmen from these two, nobody betrays them: the Law has no reach in this town. The drama of the homecoming heroes ends when Hungarian twins, who shoot absurdly well, come to town, nobody knows where from. They get the respect of the town when they shoot the rifles out of the hands of the two homecoming heroes up on the tower. Subsequently, the mysterious European beauties fall in love with the blood-thirsty American twins, they get married and have quadruplets, two boys and two girls, who resemble their parents like clones, and who speak Hungarian and English perfectly from birth. In the end, and this is markedly different from the melancholy stories of McCullers, everyone is healed, insanely happy, and the dangerous concept of strangeness has given way to tolerance and togetherness. 

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