Ring of foil

We all know that our memory is very selective. «It is like tissue paper. It crumples, here and there, forming folds and creases, erasing the necessary, valuable things and preserving the painful, harsh ones». That is why the same events... are remembered differently by different people. The heroine of this book recalls her childhood, the people around her, amusing and tragic events, stories and tales from the life of a small Ossetian village where she lived. Her mother remembers the same events in a completely different way, because for her they are not warm memories of a carefree childhood, but a story about how she was driven out of her home, a story about people who treated her cruelly and unfairly. You too, while reading, will find yourself laughing and then feeling sad. And you will inevitably ponder: what have you forever banished from your own memory, and was it worth it?