i was one year old and i didn't spoke. i just didn't. not a single word left my lips. no dada or mama. nothing. my parents were worrried of course and thought i was mentally retarded. until the day my mother was bathing me, talking to me with a fading hope that i'd understand what she was saying.
'Kuba, darling, who gave you those bruses on your upper arms?', my mother asked.
'Oscinska, that whore', were kuba's first words.