WHAT DID YOU ASK ME THAT FOR?Ulia and I had a row today.
It all started because I was in dire need of a drink, something that was quite out of the question while my sister was around. Any alcoholic will instantly recognise the irritability that had been growing inside me since early morning. I was complaining, muttering under my breath, moaning, just looking for something to have an argument about. And finally I found it: I confronted her about her getting involved in politics by becoming Harabets’ election agent.
“What kind of politician is he? He’s a buffoon, nothing more! And you’re just the same. Do you think you’ll change anything? Look around you, girl! You’re trying to do the impossible simply by believing it’s possible. They’re all like Tarasenka, he’s just the one for them.”
Ul
