There was a day, there was a night, there was incest
“Every morning, I am the boy who comes to school without shoes or crying, but what luck … His father came to school, running along Saint-Germain until his little girl wore the shoe and stop crying and being ashamed of having bare feet, it’s ridiculous to have A wound of seven letters, which begins with the letter “I”, never ends. I was five years old. I felt the abandonment of the world’s indifference. ”
Maud Steiner, the daughter of an architect, father Brix of Roma and mother of a sculptor, grew up in Saint-Germain-des-Brie in the 1960s, and after her brother, Fabian committed suicide, she asked for an explanation for fifteen years. During a therapeutic action, flashes of his appearance from early childhood … the memory loss disappears.
Matilde, a Brazilian, worked for a long time before devoting herself to writing. As a journalist, he has written numerous articles for Le Nouvel Observateur, Challenges et Sciences et Avenir. This autobiography is his first work.
This testimony is like our memory: chronic and chaotic. Sometimes it requires another memory, like in an organized filing cabinet. Other times, thoughts mix and spin feverishly in a head that has found refuge in memory loss and insomnia. This last reflection of the defense alters identity and does not allow us to define ourselves, until the first memories come back to memory and we recover from restraint, in an attempt to continue life.
Mathilde Brasiler tells her story under the false name of “Mod Steiner”. The book begins with the father’s death on March 21, 2005. A date marked by Meshaal’s iron in his life: “The monster dies … the monster is dead”;
It is available on Amazon.
Day, night, incest (French edition)
is available on Amazon.
Day, night, incest (French Edition)
This book is exceptional: I could not leave it and I could not believe what I was reading, although I experienced it as a psychologist. I realize so much nonsense that Susan had to endure, and I am inspired by the way she discovered and regained her strength over and over again. Everyone needs to read this.
It’s so much more.
Maud Steiner, daughter of the architect father Prix de Rome and mother of the sculptor, raised in Saint-Germain-des-Prés in the 1960s, and after her brother, Fabian committed suicide, she asked for an explanation for fifteen years. During a therapeutic action, flashes of his appearance from early childhood … the memory loss disappears. “Every morning, I am the boy who arrives at school without shoes, I cry, but his luck …
His father came to school, running on the boulevard Saint-Germain until his little girl wears shoes and stop crying and ashamed to have bare feet, it was ridiculous in the face of an injury Of seven letters, which will never begin with the letter “I” and will never end. I was five years old. “Felt the abandonment of the world’s indifference”.
There was day, there was night, there was incest
” Il y avait le jour, il y avait la nuit, il y avait l’inceste “