Roussan Publishers, 1999
1999, Nominated by the Ontario Library Association for The Red Maple Award.
Cher Soleil,
September 7th, 1949
I feel disconnected from this place, and even from myself. It’s like being in a prison surrounded by a brick wall. Like during the war. I seem to be observing myself as some stranger, who carries out her prescribed tasks and participates in events over which she has no control.
To be hiding in an institution as if I have nowhere else to go! There are really two of me here: Elizabeth and Slava. Just as there were two of me there: Irena and Slava.
(pg 46-47)