Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
Publikacija SEP 2011 - Vilenica
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Sigmund Freud’s Sister<br />
Goce Smilevski<br />
An old woman is lying in the darkness of the room. Eyes closed, she<br />
sifts through her earliest memories. Three drifted into her mind: at a<br />
time when many things in the world still had no name, a boy gave her<br />
something sharp and said, “Knife”; at a time when she still believed in<br />
fairytales, a voice whispered in her ear the tale of the bird that pierced<br />
its breast with a branch and tore out its heart; at a time when touch still<br />
told her more than words, a hand approached her face and touched an<br />
an apple to her cheek. That boy in her memories who stroked her with<br />
the apple, who whispered to her the fairytale, who gave her the knife,<br />
was her brother Sigmund. I am the old woman dredging up memories,<br />
I, Adolfine Freud.<br />
“Adolfine,” said a voice in the darkness of the room, “are you sleeping”<br />
“I am awake,” I said. My sister Pauline was lying beside me in bed.<br />
“What time is it”<br />
“Probably around midnight.”<br />
My sister woke up every night, beginning the same story with the<br />
same words:<br />
“This is the end of Europe.”<br />
“The end has come to Europe many times.”<br />
“They are going to kill us like dogs.”<br />
“I know,” I said.<br />
“Aren’t you afraid”<br />
I did not say a word.<br />
“It was like this in Berlin in 1933,” continued Pauline. I no longer<br />
tried to stop her from telling me what she had told me many times<br />
before: “As soon as the National Socialists and Adolf Hitler came to<br />
power, young people took to marching down the streets to the beat<br />
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