“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… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“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… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“The correspondence testifies to the frailty of human longings, to the process of how something precious can turn fatal, a reality become illusion. We… — Karina Szczurek Copy Share Image
“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
