“Should I ask Jesus Christ for help, or should I write to our President in the capital? But even Jesus Christ himself is having a bad time and Comrade President could give an order to have Mama executed – after all, he is strict and fair. I’m afraid that Mama wouldn’t take her blindfold off in front of the firing squad. Then she wouldn’t make it into the history books and she would be a nobody forever. I’ll figure it out myself. I’ll bury my big, beautiful mother deep in my heart like the hawk in the yard.”
From an excerpt of The Best of All Worlds, a novel by Swiss-based Slovak novelist and former war correspondent Irena Brežná as translated by Janet Livingstone in this week’s Sunday European Fiction at B O D Y.
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