“André read me even when I was silent. He saw all of me, and he still wanted me. He thought I was beautiful. It was not only something he said, often; it was in his eyes when he watched me… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share
“I thought that now that he had seen me in all my brokenness and with all my demands, André would walk away. But he… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“Fiction is the most dangerous place in the world; that’s where truth lives.” — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“André read me even when I was silent. He saw all of me, and he still wanted me. He thought I was beautiful. It was not only something he said, often; it was in his eyes when he watched me undress, whether I was filthy and tired after an afternoon’s work in the garden, or had seduction on my mind.… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share
“The correspondence testifies to the frailty of human longings, to the process of how something precious can turn fatal, a reality become illusion. We are reminded that love should be cherished when it comes your way, because no matter in what form it arrives, carrying no matter what baggage in its fragile beautiful hands, you should welcome it and protect… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share
“I realised that, living in South Africa, most of us suffer not necessarily from post-traumatic but from pre-traumatic stress disorder. We analyse, prepare, hope.… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“This is what I always said to André: you never know. You never know what the future may bring. I just knew that whatever… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“Verlange. The process feels like crossing a border on a one-way ticket, from a state of innocence, to one of irreconcilable knowledge. You are… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“I see the process of reaching out, sharing yourself, communicating, establishing contact between two people as similar to, if not the same as, the… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“For ten years he saw me. This is not a light or obvious observation. Most people do not see you. Many look, some even… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“Another night, another day. Just the next breath; one more step. Tired. So terribly tired at the bottom of a merciless ocean.” — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
