תפריט
That Saturday at the village was long. I spent a few hours at Z's house. The kids stayed in their room. I looked at the walls. Among the decorations and the paintings, there were all kinds of kids' doodles. "The house is full of them. Come, I'll show you." Z.. took me room by room and showed me entire walls filled with kids' drawings; wild lines, scattered color stains. "I tried to take it off but he just made some more." 'He' is her youngest boy. Later, she will tell me how since his father's sudden death, he has been retesting all boundaries. I sit face-to-face with her, she is dressed in black, I see endless colors. She smiles with her eyes and her words are fast, flying through the air, she is powerful. We finish our chat and she is off again, heading out to help her mother, and I stay behind to interview K. a woman full of dreams about another life.
The interview is there, the portraits are there, the embroideries are there. Thank God!
