A conversation overheard:
„I love a woman who hates me, who screams at me and calls me names, who demeans me, a woman who curses me and calls me her enemy, and who shows no kindness to no one.“
„Wow, this sounds bad. What does she do?“
„She beats her kids, tortures them even out of vileness and kills some. She says she has to do this for the security of her other children, but it is in truth because those kids talked back to her and she won‘t take that and has no mercy, no humanity in her. Just cursing and beating and killing. And neglecting them, letting them go dirty and hungry to bed without caring or doing something to make their life bearable. While she eats the best food and is interested only in her own good. A terrible mother.“
„That‘s awful.“
„It is. But she tells me, I am out to destroy her. – But I do nothing. Merely criticising her – and rightly so, I should say – for the horrific way she treats her children. I don‘t know what to do.“
„You love the woman? Why?“
„I don*t know. There is beauty in her, real beauty. If only she would allow for it to be seen.“
„But a woman who acts like that one cannot love. Impossible.“
„I know. But I cannot help it. I don‘t understand it myself. But I can‘t get myself to withdraw and leave her.“
„This is awful. What is the woman called.“
„Egypt. She‘s called Egypt.“
„You have a problem.“
„I have to face facts. I‘m in the most abusive relationship of my life.“
„How long has this been going on?“
„Almost 40 years now. And she won‘t change. Just won‘t.“
„I cannot help you. You are lost to reason.“
„That is the tragedy, yes. And I am not finding a way out ...“
– Silence –
