Joey loved to read and finished all the books in the village library, although there weren’t too many. Austen, the Brontes, Dickens, Lawrence, Joyce, Woolf, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Balzac, Kafka etc., she read them all. She didn’t understand some of them but she read them anyway. Every night her grandmother had to order her to put down the book and go to sleep. Sometimes she went up into the hills or sat on the rocks by the sea, places where she could read in peace. She had no friends, since she spent all her spare time reading.
Joey never argued with her mother. She finished all her daily work and still found time to tutor the other children’s homework, to write letters for the elderly and to paint posters for the theatre. Anything to make some extra money. Life was going on quietly for a few years, except that she turned down two marriage proposals. Her mother was quite upset, more about Joey’s rebellion than about her daughter’s future.
Not long after her youngest brother entered high school, Joey told her family that she’s leaving to North America. Her father thought she was crazy. Her mother was furious. Her grandmother cried and her brothers begged her not to leave.
She was twenty. It was a chaotic era, the Vietnam-war, the hippies, Woodstock, the civil right movement, the assassinations and the Watergate conspiracy.
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