Sometimes from London contacted us Marta and Ana, they pointed out that Sigmund made oral surgery,

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Goce Smilevski. Photo from page http://gocesmilevski.com/ Goce Smilevskis (b. 1975) - Macedonian writer. The second novel "Conversation with Spinoza. Roman-Web "(2002) was awarded the Best Paper Award of Macedonia. The novel "Sigmund Freud's Sister" (2007) 2010 m. The author won the European Union Literary Prize.
The novel is based on Freud biographical facts of life, and a family of his sister Adolfine behalf; It inboard 19mm tragic one Jewish and the creator of psychoanalysis sisters fate of the Nazi death camps, the seeds of women's emancipation in Europe, 19mm as well as denuded human "I" as defenseless against the absurdity of existence. Deals with the problem of madness theme with sitinkame with famous artists, plagued by insanity - V. van Gogh, F. Nietsche, G. de Nervaliu and others. Permeated with melancholy story laconic, poetic, distinctively decadent, Responsive images of the spirit of the period.
Sometimes from London contacted us Marta and Ana, they pointed out that Sigmund made oral surgery, he is recovering, 19mm but can no longer speak. Cancer 19mm violated the hearing, and Sigmund him communicate with me by writing notes. 19mm I remembered his childhood, 19mm when brother taught me to write. Marta and Ana told me that they lived in a nice house in a quiet suburb of London, they have assured us that Sigmund friends do anything to us, sisters, obtain visas, and then arriving at the residence will be able to them.
And we have learned 19mm to live in fear, it was not death, suffering 19mm and fear. Armbands worn by the star of David, and thus were controlled prohibitions applicable to all Jews, we could not go back to visit the theater, 19mm opera, concerts; We were not allowed to appear in restaurants and parks, use a taxi; to drive cars, but only in the last wagon; we were able to get out of the house, but only during 19mm certain hours; We had to disconnect the phones throughout the city were able to use only two postal authorities.
Once, it was September, came to our house one of my friend Clare estates 19mm and said that she died in a psychiatric clinic "slots" in which many lived. He asked if I will go with him to the funeral. The sisters were visiting with a neighbor; I wrote on the paper where I leave.
A few months 19mm ago the government introduced a new one from one of the many amendments, ordered to bury the dead in specialized clinics at city cemeteries, hospitals and parks. So bury them in the park, shallow pit, and instead of the coffin wrapped in the blanket.
I walked into the room where Clara lay dead. I was told that she had died in her sleep, her face was so calm that it was unable to discern neither sleep nor life, neither shadow of Mir. It is, as always, in her sleep, lay the ball susirietusi: legs bent, chest head lowered, hands prispaudusi the stomach. Her body was already stiff. 19mm Wrap it up in a blanket.
I went to my room. I lay down on the bed, thinking about her brother. Attempted to imagine the last moments of his life. Attempted to see his mind to lie scarcely krustelėdamas, I did not want to listen, as it balances the forces pushes in and out, I did not know what the thoughts of those moments revolved in his mind whether he was tortured by the thought of the sisters, who regularly appeared in his house and asked to find a way to be able to leave one, or it felt remorse to the death camps, and they will. Attempted to imagine the last moments of his life, I am satisfied with knowing that he is dead, dead-beat, feel the physical pain, mental shudder, because the soul has passed away, really freed from grief and calcium. Just being here nevalioja soul finally convince myself that everything is as it should, and that made everything possible to fulfill some higher, we unknowable plan.
- Seeking - he did not come - but there is nothing. And empty. Look, just light and nothing more. But there is one light, and nothing around it is empty, void, and it is klaikiausias prison from which escape because there is no where to run. Everywhere dead light. And there is nothing.
- No, - objected to the brother. - Nothing. Or maybe it is - death: to exist forever, to be aware and stay completely alone. Utterly alone. Better to simply disappear after death, decay. Once upon a time I believed that after death so happens. Even the terrible vision of hell is not as scary as this damn separation, this eternal 19mm waking mortal void.
- I do not forgive you for what - I replied. - You did not do anything wrong. Just missed the chance to make a good job; We all spend a lifetime opportunity to make a lot of good things. And we can not assess that missed opportunity will open the door to evil things