Amanda sthers. “One day when I walked on the street I passed my reflection in the window and I recognized my father’s gesture”

“I am a child of two identities, which should not have to do with each other if they had a romantic connection woven. Their families are very different, and it creates a sense of feeling at home nowhere. ” Thus speak Amanda sthers who are published Gestures: Family Saga, which is inhabited by similar divided and mixed identities. From Egypt to France through Italy, the author Old blonde JewIn addition to an unprecedented prostitute, we are taking us to a delicious adventure, while long-term reflects on memory, heritage and transfer.

Madame Figaro. – What do you think, starting with yourself? Gestures ?
Amanda sthers. – One day, when I walked on the street, I went to my reflection in the window, and I knew my father’s gesture I didn’t know I didn’t know I was reproducing. Undoubtedly, he ignores that he does it, and that he inherited him, probably from his father. I myself said that there was a lot of gesture that spreads in the family and expanding the gestures that we need to make such a curse, which needs the curse it needs to be cursed. I found myself a great way to tell a family. Gestures left out of there with this story structure.

However, it is not an autobiographical work …
No, I wanted to follow the father from many different demonism. The man of Balushel, with crazy charm, who occupies a lot of space, is like pictures of Iv Montand. There is a chapter called Talk to the hands And it is convenient for him … The original Zest is his mother, because he suffers from proshagnazia, a disorder that prevents recognition. He identifies him with his flock, but he should prove who he is to his mother every time. And from this gesture, after this injury, there will be more than this injury that women have been tempted to be recognized as recognized as their hands … Are gestures About the transfer and abilities to avoid it. We don’t arrive in the world, deciding to be the one who wants. We are such that we want to accept what we will accept or refuse family heritage.

Do you believe that writing was broken or tried to break or test?
The story of my family is punctured by eradicating, and I went to live elsewhere. When I return here, it’s not really home, but I’m not at home there. Literature is not only my country, it’s the man of my life.