Galego | English

By Alberte Momán

About this book

The premise that great stories in literature can start behind a cash register is the excuse to introduce a brief but intense story in which frustrated lives, victims of necessity, interact. It is an optimistic vision that shows how the characters disagree with what happens to them, and thus stop being victims and control their own lives.

Book fragment

I pretend I’m a bad girl behind the cash register, resisting boredom, laziness. Today I’m vital, that’s all. I conquer the position and stop to speak for a minute at the frozen food section. On my way back I can’t help enjoying the fragrance of deodorants, beautiful and intoxicating. A little dizzy, I come back to the register breathing with difficulty.

I know of fruits covered in wax. I dare to express myself openly about the envy for the unwrinkled skin of the cucurbitaceae, for the tempting bodies of pears, the firmness of apples and the healthy acidity of grapefruit. I let myself be regarded by the curly hair of lettuces, seduced by the contained voluptuousness of cabbage and the moralist stand of onions, bitter and crying.

Today I speak of myself with capital letters, non-stop.