My life in the Evil Empire
My best friend, Macha, lived one floor up. She was the one I regarded as the big authority in my life: she was one year older and she had a cat!
Macha’s mother was of a big mystery to me! She was a bit heavy, with a messy hair that looked like the fingers of a hairdresser or even yet a comb never touched it. She would always speak in a husky booming voice about the men who were falling head over heals in love with her.
That was what always puzzled me about her, as I was convinced that men could only love feminine and beautiful women, such as my mom.