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The collection before you is a collection of joyful journeys into the Underspace and back. On these pilgrimages, many things happened to Bojan, or perhaps they didn't. You know, the essence of life is a slalom around the gates of death and immortality. A little bit of everything. In fact, it is a unique travelogue that does not describe any real-world path.

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The collection before you is a collection of joyful journeys into the Underspace and back. On these pilgrimages, many things happened to Bojan, or perhaps they didn't. You know, the essence of life is a slalom around the gates of death and immortality. A little bit of everything. In fact, it is a unique travelogue that does not describe any real-world path.

Underspace: The first Bojan down there

A cheerful jump up into the abyss

The collection before you is a collection of joyful journeys into the Underspace and back. On these pilgrimages, many things happened to Bojan, or perhaps they didn't. You know, the essence of life is a slalom around the gates of death and immortality. A little bit of everything. In fact, it is a unique travelogue that does not describe any real-world path.

In the stories, surrealism, non-realism, and a treat – sub-realism – are abundantly intertwined. Everything down there has always teased all deniers of reality. Scientific facts are for realists, standing with both feet on solid ground. But the ground likes to shake...

Besides, you know what a bitch fate is!

In the following stories, she played with the interpretation of truth, and the result of this game outside of space-time is what awaits you in the continuation. But don't panic, and you certainly don't need a towel on this journey! In Bojan's travelogue of excursions into the Underspace it won't hurt if someone hits you over the head with a racket made of a flat Earth. Nor will you go hungry when they give you food and drink from the sewage of political correctness down there. Remember! Love is the most powerful force in the universe, but only until you hate your own lost opportunities. The game of life is simple as long as you experience every moment of this game with full awareness that the life of the undead is irrelevant until you find yourself on their menu. In the continuation of this story, what matters is how fast your legs are.

What is the fundamental message of these stories? Read them and let them sink in. Then you will understand the essence of raving there, where the music never stops, because it never existed...

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Delicious Literary Dessert

Legends of Kurt and Me

Warmth

I don’t remember such summer heat. Even the Savinja, where I’m dabbling my feet, is like a hot spring. The Savinja bathing areas are full of people. Then.... Where is my Jožica? I quickly look all around. I am alone. I shiver. I turn my face towards the sun, close my eyes and am caressed by a pleasant warmth.

I quickly open my eyes. For a moment, the hot breeze is replaced by an icy Russian wind. Kurt tugs at my torn sleeve.

“That was a close one.”

I grab my rifle and cautiously look out of the shelter. The silhouette of Moscow is within reach, but so far away.

Dew

Lovers of a hot climate certainly don’t understand my passion. Ellesmere Island is far to the north, as part of Queen Elizabeth Land. In July it is a fine destination, since you’re not going to be caught by the darkness then. And it’s not hot.

Kurt grinned:

“Today is really steamy, it’s ten degrees.”

“I’ll sleep a little longer,” I decided and closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes and breathed out noisily:

“Damn it, my mask has steamed up.” In a helmet it’s so awkward waddling across the dead desert of the murdered Earth.

Portal

My strength had already left me. I envied Kurt, how he cut a way out of the ring and made several seconds for himself to drink from the bladder.

Skeletons were partying like chronic alcoholics on free schnapps. “Kurt! There’s no shortage of them!”

I grunted and swung my sword even more. Bones whizzed through the air. Finally, I broke through and jumped with Kurt into the portal.

I removed the VR headset and looked through the bars of the cell. The skeleton guard was conferring with the zombie chief.

Hippocrates

There’s never a shortage of patients. It seems as if half of Africa has come to this run down village made of mud and reeds. But the Hippocratic oath does not discriminate.

I cleaned and bound the infected ulcer of an old woman, who maybe wasn’t all that old. The look of gratitude in her eyes made the effort worth it.

Between one poor soul and the next I go into the shade of a large tree. Suddenly it strikes me. What the hell am I doing here?

I shake my head. For a moment, I fall asleep. My SS cap falls on the floor. Kurt coughs. “Josef!” Ah yes, allow me to introduce myself: I’m Josef Mengele, your personal doctor.

Poetic inspiration

The bar is my second home. It’s true that Kurt the waiter is always giving me black looks, as I occupy a table in the corner all day and sip cheap swill. No one wants to sit with me. Probably everyone is deterred by my smell, which isn’t exactly the scent of freshly picked roses. Cheap wine is my only luxury when I am following undoubted poetic inspiration.

I was immersed in the search for the poetic. My lyrical subject was tirelessly weaving a net from a cacophony of sensations. It would be now. Now.

Then it erupted. Not onto paper, but through my mouth onto the floor. I felt Kurt’s angry look.

I stared at the ceiling. terrible. I’d fallen out of bed again.

The penultimate day of sausage, ham and cheese

I look up, he sees me.

I am also looking out from a safe bed.

And me as well.

So there are three of us involved in this. Ham, sausage and cheese, the three-in-one god of this shop window. He is looking at us. He is looking at me. I am struck by my memory of our previous lives. I hear a voice:

“Kurt, shall I take this sausage and cheese for the picnic?”

Kurt nodded:

“And the ham as well,” and points to me.

We are celebrating our picnic at the end of the universe...

More stories ...

The table of content

Face without face

  • A cheerful jump up into the abyss

Findig Underspace

  • The truth virus or Archie appears
  • The Reflection in the Seven Lakes
  • The Sphere
  • DVD of life
  • The time credit
  • Starchild
  • The Final Station
  • Legends of Kurt and Me
    • Warmth
    • Dew
    • Portal
    • Hippocrates
    • Poetic inspiration
    • The penultimate day of sausage, ham and cheese

Grand Marshal of Fantasy

  • Bojan Ekselenski

About book

Print edition

The book was printed in 2025. Thanks for financial support:

Municipality of Celje (Mestna občina Celje).

Author: Ekselenski, Bojan
Title: Underspace : the first Bojan down there / Bojan Ekselenski ; [translated by David Limon, Martin Vavpotič]
Genre: Science fiction, fantasy prose
Language: English
Year: 2025
Edition: 1st ed.
Publishing and Printing: Celje: samozal. B. Ekselenski : Grafika Gracer, 2025
Other authors: Limon, David (translator) Vavpotič, Martin, 1984- (translator)
Collection: Fantasy
ISBN: 978-961-96783-4-3 (samozal. B. Ekselenski)
Price: Voluntery contribution

EPub Edition

EPub edition is Free! My little gift to the community!

Author: Ekselenski, Bojan
Title: Underspace : the first Bojan down there / Bojan Ekselenski ; [translated by David Limon, Martin Vavpotič]
Genre: Science fiction, fantasy prose
Language: English
Year: 2025
Edition: 1st e edition
Publishing: Celje: samozal. B. Ekselenski: 2025
Other authors: Limon, David (translator) Vavpotič, Martin, 1984- (translator)
Collection: Fantasy
ISBN: 978-961-96783-5-0 (ePUB) (samozal. B. Ekselenski)
Price: Full Free