Nora Ikstena

d on the waste heap of our times.

I wasn’t afraid of my mother, only terribly worried about her. And I knew it would be like this until death separated us.

walked in silence but my heart was skipping joyfully. I was walking home from school with my mother. I wanted this road to go on for ever. If it went on for ever, we could walk in silence and we could talk. Both would be good.