Unfortunately, this is not simply a presentation of a book that has touched me, as it’d be easier for me in that case to describe my feelings while reading it, feelings that keep intensifying day by day, because of the issue at hand. I wrote ‘Unfortunately’, because this novel, “Women on the beach”, by Tove Alsterdal, deals with stories of such unbelievable horror, similar to those we see daily occupying the front lines in the news titles about ‘illegal’ immigrants. People desperately trying to escape the horror back home, who find themeselves faced with the horror of ‘civilised’ Europe. The ‘unfortunate event’, if I am permitted to call it so, is the unbearable truth that this book reveals, which, although a work of fiction, is based on the author’s thorough research on real events that are interwoven with the current nightmarish reality my brain refuses to digest.
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That morning was the first in ages I hadn’t looked up the news online as soon as I got out of bed. Naturally, I was left in the dark about things that were going on in my own neighbourhood. My good friend E. was quick to spread the news so he called me.Didn’t you hear?(…no, today I didn’t , clevercloggs!) Why? What happened, did Wall Street crash again?No, but a helicopter did!Whattttt?Yep, you heard right, this morning a helicopter hit a crane that was suspended from a tower in Vauxhall, and crashed on the ground. IN OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD!
God have mercy. I’ve been trying to concentrate for hours to no avail. It's not the usual screaming from the street outside my window, or the text I have in front of me. It's just that tonight is December 12, 2012, and everybody is happy (screamingly so), that nothing has ended.