Woman, by: Arne Erno

This book is not a biography, nor a novel of course. Perhaps it is something that falls between literature, sociology, and history. It was necessary for my mother, who was born in a oppressed middle that she always wished to escape from, to turn into history so that I would feel less alone and less burdened in the oppressive world of words and ideas, which I moved to at her insistence. I will not hear her voice again. She is, and her words, her hands, her movements, her style of laughter, and her walk, the one who unified the woman I am today with the girl I was in the past. And with her death, I lost the last link between me and the world I came from. Number of pages: 76