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Illegal widows, unfinished widows.
Lost in Translation: Exclusive extract from Sylwia Chutnik’s Cwaniary | For Books’ Sake
No rings on their swollen fingers. Too young to be blue. Because the young have to sow their wild oats. They have to have children, travel to faraway lands and laugh, laugh at loud parties. Oh, one can lose a husband then. Otherwise old women will follow us cwsniary and whisper: And friends will murmur: But neither of them would want to be her, if she was, she would bite her wrists in a scream of despair stretching from the feet to the top of her head.
She would howl in despair over the kitchen table where his plate still lay with the crumbs of a sandwich he ate hurriedly. The girls had established a life different than the one they got. Is it possible to lodge a complaint against a badly rendered service of life story? What to do with those crumbs?
Does any handbook for mourners advise what to do with sandwich crumbs? You can see them of a morning at the cemeteries, when they walk in black tights and never look around. They sweep life aside, spend it the way you spend loose change.
You can see them buying wine in the evenings and inviting their friends around.
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Their texts just say: Now try to clean that up, try to tidy that away! We, young widows, would like to return our relationships, because they broke suddenly. Maybe those threads were too weak, maybe the strings ripped, the bolts rusted up?
Broken promises, holiday plans, Sunday shopping, chutnuk out-of-date cinema ticket. A hand of cards waiting to be shuffled.
And that argument again: Nobody will lead you cwaniayr the pyre, so that you can burn along with your beloved, nobody expects anything from you. You can drink alcohol at parties, because your youth needs to be watered. Nobody will begrudge you your new way of life, because how is this girl supposed to just sit there and bewail? But the Clan of Widows burns on that pyre every day, burns down to coal and is reborn.
Black Widows, black birds with circles under their eyes neatly masked with concealer. So that nobody takes pity, so that everyone leaves off asking questions, being sorry and bringing back memories which exist only due to sudden flashes of parallel worlds, where stories unravel against logic. Against the linear space-time, which can no longer be applied.
Discovering those worlds comes as a huge relief to all mourners.
Of course not everyone can discover them, some would probably want to, but others would get unnecessarily upset. But go on then, cry at work, suddenly, at the computer.
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Or in a queue to the checkout. Will start asking questions or turn away. No, the parallel worlds are definitely for the strongest. Only for those who can bear the weight of knowledge and responsibility for their own feelings.
They are a great gift to us.
Afterwards we go to the cemetery with joy, with relief. Soon the usual lighting of candles becomes a visit after Sunday lunch. Then you can get up at night, in the dark flat, and look the dead person in the face. You can feel no cwaniart, just smile and not go crazy from it. Not be ashamed at all.
Her debut novel Kieszonkowy atlas kobiet Pocket Atlas of Women was published in Her second novel Dzidzia Diddums came out in She also chairs the MaMa Foundationwhich aims to improve the situation of mothers in Poland. She also works at Pan Macmillan.
Her website is martadziurosz.