ALINA 1946 I’m no partisan. Quite the opposite – I’m afraid of a lot of things. I avoid looking directly into a dog’s eyes, never mind standing around gawking at fights or drunks brawling. I try to be as distant as I can from things. I wander around on the edge of forests and only […]
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Chapter 1 He was standin’ right in front of me. He took off his Adidas sweatshirt… He came up to our table. To try on a sweater. The market’s full of sweaters and they’re all the same, all the same
I remember that bright, unusually warm autumn day. Gazing out the window, I saw Jonas and other workers fixing the road. It was the first time I paused to think how strange it was that none of them sat in class with us. There weren’t many of them in the city. Whenever I spotted one
* I had a total of six hours and twenty minutes to spend at Warsaw airport that time. I don’t like layovers – especially indirect flights – so I spent a whole month preparing for this wait, planning what I could do to keep myself occupied. I knew it would be one of those transitional
This novel explores an alternative timeline where the oppressive power of the Soviet Union was never dissolved, and Lithuania remained one of its colonies. 14 June Hello! It’s me, A.G. You can call me Asta. This is my diary. If you are reading these words, please close it right this second and put it
3 Wild beaches, there isn’t a soul – it’s too far to come here for the summer vacationers. Just cliffs, with springs running through them, merging into little crystalline waterfalls, the rivers of which go to the sea, meeting with one another, parting, once again meeting – water and sand graffiti; after looking closer, it’s
January 16th, 2021 That piece of paper that had caught V.’s attention at the bus stop, that piece of paper hanging from that grimy advertising board, now firmly gripped between her fingers, was already yellowed, wrinkled like the cheek of an eighty-year-old, repeatedly getting soaked by the rain and then drying. A simple scrap of
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Big Mater. Ona’s Birth. September I was born on a Thursday evening in the fall, in the basement sauna of a four-story apartment block like all of Pašilai’s children. In the stairwell near the mailboxes, Vanda killed a black chicken with a ladle to mark the occasion and boiled a pot of broth right on
All children are the same. It’s just that I believe I’m the only one who’s different. Every child in the village had at least several brothers or sisters, sometimes ten or more, whereas I was an only child like the one and only finger left on a carpenter’s hand. After the three-year war our family
* Then the phone rings, notifying me that Amanda has appeared on my match list. She is leaning on the table with both hands, her stomach bare, the edge of her panties sticking out above her trousers. A straight parting, a pretty face with clear skin, her eyes melancholic and somewhat wild, looking up at
