Tulián Aczél

Nadia keeps dying and reliving her 36th birthday party. She's trapped in a surreal time loop -- and staring down the barrel of her own mortality.

In 1990s Berlin, an artist and a hacker invented a new way to see the world. Years later, they reunite to sue Google for patent infringement on it.

A sea captain makes a bet in a cafe with a friend that he will marry the first woman who walks in.

Set in 19th century Vienna, Ignac Semmelweis, a short-tempered but passionate doctor, delivers babies and carries out autopsies on a daily basis while looking for the cause of puerperal fever, the mysterious epidemic that decimates patients in the hospital.

Hungary’s best chef pushes her cooks to the brink of insanity. Dani has been working relentlessly for many years, and sacrificed everything for recognition… to no avail. In his final desperation, he makes an alliance with a senior colleague and prepares for something radical. Frustration, beetroot purée and terror - SATAN is a high-voltage tale about the price of extreme ambition.

In the endgame of WWII a few hundred bank employees and their family members rescued Hungary's entire gold reserves on a train from the Soviet army and were hiding it in a small Austrian village until the end of the war.

"Everybody has their special someone out there and I will eventually find the one for me" says "Tick Tock" Pete, known and liked by all the locals in his small town of Solymár just outside of the Hungarian capital but considered a special case by most. He takes lonesome daily trips to his favorite spots: having tea at the pub, tending to the horses he adores and the church on main square. Some would say a lonely outcast but he's never bored; if anyone's clock needs fixing, be that a cuckoo or pendulum, they all can but rely on the person whose the most capable in this field: Tick Tock Pete. The only issue is each time he fixes a clock, he'll use parts from another, rendering it useless, a pawn. Something is always missing - no different with our Pete. Is time truly on the clockmaster's side, ever-turning, never-ending? Tick Tock.

The truth is sometimes too beautiful