Chapter 9

The whole night I was not left with a feeling of anxiety. I thought, cried, turning from one side to the other and cried again. I'm scared, because the little world in which Nyutka and I lived, building everything we have bit by bit, begins to crumble. The past interfered with it, something that I had feared and anticipated at the same time all these years. Emotions were so overwhelming that I managed to fall asleep by six o'clock, and at seven, my daughter woke me up and asked me to cook pancakes, which I promised her to bake two days ago.

Barely forcing myself to get up,...