The woman who saw herself in front of the mirror. She knows her true face and feels again this fear that the other is probably smarter. She hates that way of moving, that laugh that touched everyone. She feels inferior and disturbed by her. She has the goal, she will destroy this woman in her very own way. But one day You will discover her, and then the sister's game is over. Then world is for a little moment - again free ! The intriguing weakness graced that she knew about freedom of action. Not the freedom of self-perception, because her actual education corresponded to the formation of property. This little denying sister would be like having a name. Then she would not be my sister, just a scar.

My new novel tells the story of a bunch of women. Abundance, closeness, protection to the speech of the absolute way bach to the Middle Earth. The fiction of love is higher. It burns out your memories better than the warmest hand could do. In order to invent a way into another story in future, you will find it in peace. If you want to find me, then in my word.