"I did not need a support group, the best support, for a long time, I was for myself I am not alone" - says the heroine of one of the stories. But this seemingly bitter: all described by Inga Iwasiów women need to understand the physical closeness, warmth and a sense of security. And so, although it is separated by nationality, origin, financial situation and personal, much more unites them ...
Polka Among them, cleaning the marriage apartment earlier in Amsterdam and the Balkan prostitute, "borrowed" a week from a brothel by an American soldier. They are simple women going to work by train Szczecin-Berlin and spoiled lady, resting in a motel near Vienna. Is the affair his wife, a housewife escaping from everyday life in the imaginary situations and suffering from breast cancer ...
"Because the stories of women is this additional problem, that they like from the top are more heinous. That guy - he took money for bread, beat, zsikał to bed, drank methylated spirit, lying under the bridge - all can be forgiven, everything was. A woman? To which places a woman can uncover? "- Asks one of them.
attempt to answer is the whole of this extraordinary book, which consists of moving, full of strength and never sentimental psychological portraits, coupled with original observations of everyday life. Women - same with each other, with men, with other women ... The author talks about them a compact language, avoiding harsh words, but not abusing them, every sentence and surprising punch remind us that we are dealing with a great prose niemizdrzącą to readers as in the minor novels. Sometimes painful prose (though never for a moment turning to journalism) and true, because "it is not always as romantic comedy, and actually never. Once upon a time in our literature, it was not so great, unintentionally nieśmieszących and by no means vulgar sex scenes. Established for
thinking about women for women, they would have never wrote a man.
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