Leila’s Reviews > Childhood > Status Update

"Now the last remnants [of childhood] fall away from me like flakes of sun-scorched skin, and beneath looms an awkward, an impossible adult. I read in my poetry album while the night wanders past the window - and, unawares, my childhood falls silently to the bottom of my memory, that library of the soul from which I will draw knowledge and experience for the rest of my life." stunning.

"I smile in agreement as if I'm also looking forward to such a future, and us usual, I'm afraid of being found out. I feel like I'm a foreigner in this world and I can't talk to anyone about the overwhelming problems that fill me at the thought of the future."

"Istedgade is my childhood street - it's rhythm will always pound in my blood and its voice will always reach me and be the same as in those distant times when we swore to be true to each other." GORGEOUS

"Childhood is long and narrow like a coffin, and you can't get out of it on your own."

"I look up at her and understand many things at once. She is smaller than other women, younger than other mothers, and there's a world outside my street that she fears. And whenever we both fear it together, she will stab me in the back"

whole page gorg

"And at once my father puts the book down on his stomach and looks at me as if he'd like to say something to me. But what my father and I want to say to each other will never be said"

"Down in the bottom of my childhood my father stands laughing."

"Inside of me long, mysterious words began to crawl across my soul like a protective membrane. A song, a poem, something soothing and rhythmic and immensely pensive... When these light waves of words streamed through me, I knew that my mother couldn't do anything else to me because she had stopped being important to me".