Diary of a Madwoman.
November 15th 2007 Those kicks to the forehead and face, which shook me into a concussion while lying on a cold Vinohradar street, happened in slow motion, and will stay with me forever.
We had been evicted earlier that day. Ana had phoned Nataliya Petrovna from work, to explain that she wouldn't be paying November's rent as we had been invited to stay with our American friend while we look for a new flat. Natali
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