Ah....if I tell you that yesterday I just went to a bookshop to try to just forget. And my eyes got stuck on a cover of a book written by Cristian Mungiu called Tania Ionașcu, Bunica mea. I felt an urge to buy, I do not know why.Last night I started to read this. This morning I finished it sobbing.
It is just incredible that at certain point in life somebody else's story can help in the healing.
The story of Cristian's buni just made me feel a bit of hope in my process.
There was a quote at the end of the book which really really touched my aching soul:
Reminded me so much of my own buni <3 I guess there's something, a sturdiness and resilience perhaps shared by all these women who lived through Communism and raised a family in it. <3 Thank you for that.
Ah....if I tell you that yesterday I just went to a bookshop to try to just forget. And my eyes got stuck on a cover of a book written by Cristian Mungiu called Tania Ionașcu, Bunica mea. I felt an urge to buy, I do not know why.Last night I started to read this. This morning I finished it sobbing.
It is just incredible that at certain point in life somebody else's story can help in the healing.
The story of Cristian's buni just made me feel a bit of hope in my process.
There was a quote at the end of the book which really really touched my aching soul:
Reminded me so much of my own buni <3 I guess there's something, a sturdiness and resilience perhaps shared by all these women who lived through Communism and raised a family in it. <3 Thank you for that.