THE LIVES OF OTHERSI. WHO IS THAT?On the evening of March 27, 1969, my father was in Leningrád, USSR, in pursuit of his advanced electrical engineer-ing degree. My mother was at home, in Sarajevo, deep in labor, attended to by a council of her women friends. She had her hands on her round belly, huffing and crying, but the council didn't seem too worried. I was orbiting around her, exactly four and a half years old, trying to hold her hand or sit in her lap, until I was sent to bed and ordered to sleep. I defied the order so as to monitor the...
THE LIVES OF OTHERSI. WHO IS THAT?On the evening of March 27, 1969, my father was in Leningrád, USSR, in pursuit of his advanced electrical engineer-ing degree. My mother was at home, in Sarajevo, deep in labor, attended to by a council of her women friends. She had her hands on her round belly, huffing and crying, but the council didn't seem too worried. I was orbiting around her, exactly four and a half years old, trying to hold her hand or sit in her lap, until I was sent to bed and ordered to sleep. I defied the order so as to monitor the developments through the (somewhat Freudian) keyhole. I was terrified, naturally, for even if I knew that there was a baby in her stomach, I still didn't know how exactly it was all going to work, what was going to happen to her, to us, to me. When she was eventually taken to the hospitál in obvious and audible
Amennyiben az Ön által választott könyvesbolt neve mellett
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szerepel, kérjük kattintson a bolt nevére, majd a megjelenő elérhetőségeken érdeklődjön a készletről és foglalja le a könyvet.