A girl enters a nunnery with a box and a wedding dress. A woman follows a homeless woman wearing a green dress through the streets of the city. A third woman’s life changes after visiting her husband’s family cemetery, and she keeps searching for herself, for a “place.” And a fourth woman is lost in a world of gray, brown, and purple faces, above which a tree floats. She survives, and a fifth woman visits Istanbul with her husband and stays in the same hotel where Agatha Christie once stayed, and the lives of the two intersect in a mysterious way.
These five women are the heroines of Cristina Fernandez Cubas, who narrates a special magic that overwhelms us, seduces us, arouses our anger, and fills us with images, feelings, descriptions, and fantasies, before which we cannot be astonished, by the ability of her writer, to create a dreamy atmosphere in a unique literary style.
My wings of freedom:
The (soul) dreams of seeing the outside world, so it faces difficulties in achieving its dream, and on its way to pursue its dream, it meets three other souls, who are (the soul’s companion), (the soul’s soul) and (the soul’s pride), and each soul has a special story with (the soul), that Three souls are three stations different from each other. They face difficulties and a life different from the life they lived in their isolated environment. They begin by searching for their dreams, then happiness, and then search for themselves until they resort to freedom.
