I'm only interested in my mother anyway

“Shall I cry now or laugh?” Is the last chapter of this book. Somehow, in this order: where we cry, where we laugh at Judith’s stories. He’s one of my dearest colleagues, but in addition to the spin at work, we never had time to sit back for a tea (because he doesn’t like coffee) to get to know each other a little better. Then I discovered his writings on social media. Amazed, I read with admiration the newer and newer cunts, or just his personal testimonies. I admired how sincerely he could open up, how much he would let him into his most personal world, his family life, his everyday lives, and his dramas. When I didn’t know exactly what had happened to them, I hoped he would write. He wrote it. I cried with her, as we all pushed for her daughter, Sophie. Then I enjoyed reading the stories of his "travels," which took place with him on the way to and from work, not on distant continents. Tiny, funny events that are lost in the "storm" of life among others; Judit not only watches what’s going on around her, she also shares it with us, to everyone’s delight. It is said that crying and laughter are separated by only one hair. Judith isn't flirting with her hair because she's honest. Open. Full of irony and self-irony. These are very good stories. Maybe it's because - people ... Ibolya Szalóczy