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A new life always begins on a road never taken before!
- Bestseller in France in 2017!
- Published in 27 countries worldwide!
"Three Crossroads" is a long novel that brings together three people who live in different places but live in the same era.
The three characters face obstacles in their lives, ranging from extreme poverty to incurable diseases.
The original title of 'The Three Forks in the Road', 'La tresses', means 'hair divided into three sections and braided together' or 'a rope or string made by braiding three strands into one section'.
As the title suggests, this work perfectly succeeds in weaving together three strands of life to create a single world, and has received rave reviews from both readers and the press.
Immediately after its publication in France, it became a bestseller, selling an average of 2,500 copies per day, and to date, it has sold approximately 250,000 copies in France alone, and has signed overseas distribution contracts in 27 countries.
The book's unusually high sales, critical acclaim, and overseas publishing contracts, despite being published immediately after the French presidential election, made it a social issue, not to mention a publishing industry issue.
When conforming and accepting seems like the much easier path, seeing them choose a different life and move forward makes me realize that the proposition that 'you must be the protagonist of your own life' still holds true.
- Bestseller in France in 2017!
- Published in 27 countries worldwide!
"Three Crossroads" is a long novel that brings together three people who live in different places but live in the same era.
The three characters face obstacles in their lives, ranging from extreme poverty to incurable diseases.
The original title of 'The Three Forks in the Road', 'La tresses', means 'hair divided into three sections and braided together' or 'a rope or string made by braiding three strands into one section'.
As the title suggests, this work perfectly succeeds in weaving together three strands of life to create a single world, and has received rave reviews from both readers and the press.
Immediately after its publication in France, it became a bestseller, selling an average of 2,500 copies per day, and to date, it has sold approximately 250,000 copies in France alone, and has signed overseas distribution contracts in 27 countries.
The book's unusually high sales, critical acclaim, and overseas publishing contracts, despite being published immediately after the French presidential election, made it a social issue, not to mention a publishing industry issue.
When conforming and accepting seems like the much easier path, seeing them choose a different life and move forward makes me realize that the proposition that 'you must be the protagonist of your own life' still holds true.
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Smita's life.
His duty, the place the world has assigned him, a position passed down from mother to daughter for generations.
All Smita does all day is scrape up other people's excrement with his bare hands.
When she was six, the age Lalita is now, her mother took her daughter to work for the first time.
“Watch carefully, this is what you will do later.”
Smita remembers the smell that came crashing down on her like a swarm of vicious wasps.
It was an unbearable, horrible smell.
He ran out onto the street and vomited.
“You’ll get used to it in time,” my mother lied.
Smita learned how to hold her breath.
While scraping the shit, hold your breath and endure it.
The doctor at the public health center said that you shouldn't hold your breath.
“You cough like that because you’re not breathing.
“You have to eat your meals too.”
For a long time, Smita lived without an appetite.
I can't even remember what it felt like to want to eat something.
He eats very little food.
I just put enough into my mouth so that I don't die.
--- p.12~13
Julia's family has been involved in Cascaturra for nearly 100 years.
Cascatura is an old Sicilian custom of collecting cut or naturally shed hair and making wigs out of it.
Founded in 1926 by Giulia's great-grandfather, the Lanfredi workshop is the last remaining Cascaturra workshop in Palermo, currently employing around ten craftsmen.
The works they create are sold throughout Italy and Europe.
On the day she turned sixteen, Julia dropped out of school.
To help with the workshop work.
He was told at school that he had a talent for academics, and his Korean teacher, in particular, encouraged him to go to college, saying that he could become a scholar.
But he couldn't even think of any other path besides the workshop.
For the Lanfredi family, hair was a passion before it was a family business passed down through generations.
Strangely enough, Julia's sister and brother were not interested in this matter.
Thanks to this, among the Lanfredi daughters, only Julia is the one who will take over the workshop.
--- p.25
At the law firm where Sarah worked previously, a female colleague announced that she was pregnant just as she had been promoted to senior position.
The next day, his promotion was revoked and he was demoted to junior.
It was silent violence.
It was a form of violence that was committed on a daily basis, but no one reported it.
Sarah took it as a lesson for herself.
Sarah did not tell her superiors both times she became pregnant.
Surprisingly, his stomach remained flat for quite some time.
It wasn't until almost seven months that it really showed.
It was the same when I was pregnant with twins.
It was as if the children in her womb had realized that it was best to hide their bodies as much as possible.
It was a little secret, a kind of unspoken pact between Sarah and her unborn children.
I also finished my maternity leave the shortest.
Two weeks after her cesarean section, she returned to the office, fully recovered, with a tired but meticulously made-up face and a perfect smile.
Every morning, Sarah parks her car in the parking lot of a nearby supermarket before heading to her law firm building.
To remove the two baby seats from the back seat and move them into the trunk.
Of course, her colleagues know that Sarah has a child, but there's no need to remind them.
--- p.41~42
Smita roughly and firmly grabbed her daughter's sari.
Lalita didn't resist her mother's hands trying to take off her clothes.
The sari flowed easily from the child's body.
From the beginning, Lalita's clothes were a bit loose.
Smita shuddered.
The child's back, with red and gold marks drawn in a messy manner, came into view.
It's a mark of a medium.
Here and there, the skin was torn, exposing raw flesh.
It is bright red like the bindi on the forehead.
“Who did this to you? Tell me! Who hit you?”
The child lowered his gaze.
And then he answered briefly, with just one word.
"teacher."
(……)
The child cried, shaking.
Nagarajan noticed the marks of beatings on his daughter's back.
Stripes were drawn over the torn skin.
He held the child tightly in his arms.
“You spoke against a Brahmin!” cried Smita, weeping.
Nagarajan looked back at his wife and asked while holding his daughter in his arms.
“Did you really do that?”
Lalita pursed her lips for a moment, then answered softly.
The answer that came out of the child's mouth struck both of them.
“He told me to pick up a broom and sweep the classroom floor.”
Smita's body froze.
Lalita's voice was so quiet that he couldn't believe he heard it correctly.
I asked the child back.
“What does that mean?”
“He told me to sweep the floor in front of everyone, saying that my job was to clean.
So I answered that I wouldn't do it."
The child cowered, afraid that the arrow would fall again.
In an instant, the child became even smaller.
My body seemed to shrink with fear.
Smita's breath caught in his throat.
He pulled his daughter close to him and held her in his arms with all the strength he could muster from his frail limbs, then burst into tears.
--- p.80~83
Of course, the doctor never said those words.
No one speaks openly about the name of such a disease.
We have to guess beyond the words and the barrage of medical jargon.
The word sounded like some kind of insult.
It felt like something negative, like a curse.
In any case, Sarah's sentence was clear.
“It’s the size of a tangerine.”
Yes, I see.
Sarah has been doing her best to postpone facing reality.
I did my best to ignore the stabbing pain and the fatigue that I felt all over my body.
Every time she anticipated the final verdict, every time she had a chance to guess what it would be, Sarah shook her head and chased the thoughts away.
But today we have to face it.
‘Tangerines… … .
Is it something huge or is it nothing special?'
I felt like I had been hit in the back of the head while letting my guard down.
A grumpy, sinister, tangerine-sized guy.
He must have been hiding and plotting something to get me in one hit.
--- p.104~105
Julia felt a pang of despair.
For the past several decades, his family has lived on the income from the workshop.
Julia thought of her mother.
My mother was too old to start working again.
Adela is still a student.
My sister is a housewife with four children, and my brother-in-law is a bottomless pit man who gambles away his salary.
At the end of each month, my father often paid off my sister and brother-in-law's credit card bills and other bills.
What would become of them now? The family's home was mortgaged, and all their assets were at risk of being seized.
Employees will lose their jobs.
Since workshop work is a specialized field, if you want to get a new job, you need to find a place that requires the same type of work, and the Cascaturra workshop is the last place you can find it.
They are people who have lived together like sisters, going through thick and thin together. So what are they going to do to make a living from now on?
My thoughts drifted to my father, who was lying unconscious in the hospital.
Suddenly, a scary thought crossed my mind.
Julia's body froze.
That morning, my father got on his Vespa and set off.
Because to maintain the workshop, I have to go around the city and collect hair as usual.
But he was crushed by despair, knowing that he had reached a dead end.
I picked up the pace and ran faster and faster.
As soon as I saw the steep downhill slope… … .
Julia shook her head.
'No, there's no way my father would do that.
There's no way he would throw his family and employees into the swamp of bankruptcy...
My father is a man who values honor.
I am not a person who runs away from misfortune.
But… …the workshop was collapsing.
The workshop is the pride of the father himself.
The company was on the verge of collapse, with employees who were like family losing their jobs.
Could her father have endured the reality that his life's work was vanishing like smoke and there was nothing he could do? The suspicion that was creeping into Julia was as cruel as gangrene eating away at a wounded leg.
His duty, the place the world has assigned him, a position passed down from mother to daughter for generations.
All Smita does all day is scrape up other people's excrement with his bare hands.
When she was six, the age Lalita is now, her mother took her daughter to work for the first time.
“Watch carefully, this is what you will do later.”
Smita remembers the smell that came crashing down on her like a swarm of vicious wasps.
It was an unbearable, horrible smell.
He ran out onto the street and vomited.
“You’ll get used to it in time,” my mother lied.
Smita learned how to hold her breath.
While scraping the shit, hold your breath and endure it.
The doctor at the public health center said that you shouldn't hold your breath.
“You cough like that because you’re not breathing.
“You have to eat your meals too.”
For a long time, Smita lived without an appetite.
I can't even remember what it felt like to want to eat something.
He eats very little food.
I just put enough into my mouth so that I don't die.
--- p.12~13
Julia's family has been involved in Cascaturra for nearly 100 years.
Cascatura is an old Sicilian custom of collecting cut or naturally shed hair and making wigs out of it.
Founded in 1926 by Giulia's great-grandfather, the Lanfredi workshop is the last remaining Cascaturra workshop in Palermo, currently employing around ten craftsmen.
The works they create are sold throughout Italy and Europe.
On the day she turned sixteen, Julia dropped out of school.
To help with the workshop work.
He was told at school that he had a talent for academics, and his Korean teacher, in particular, encouraged him to go to college, saying that he could become a scholar.
But he couldn't even think of any other path besides the workshop.
For the Lanfredi family, hair was a passion before it was a family business passed down through generations.
Strangely enough, Julia's sister and brother were not interested in this matter.
Thanks to this, among the Lanfredi daughters, only Julia is the one who will take over the workshop.
--- p.25
At the law firm where Sarah worked previously, a female colleague announced that she was pregnant just as she had been promoted to senior position.
The next day, his promotion was revoked and he was demoted to junior.
It was silent violence.
It was a form of violence that was committed on a daily basis, but no one reported it.
Sarah took it as a lesson for herself.
Sarah did not tell her superiors both times she became pregnant.
Surprisingly, his stomach remained flat for quite some time.
It wasn't until almost seven months that it really showed.
It was the same when I was pregnant with twins.
It was as if the children in her womb had realized that it was best to hide their bodies as much as possible.
It was a little secret, a kind of unspoken pact between Sarah and her unborn children.
I also finished my maternity leave the shortest.
Two weeks after her cesarean section, she returned to the office, fully recovered, with a tired but meticulously made-up face and a perfect smile.
Every morning, Sarah parks her car in the parking lot of a nearby supermarket before heading to her law firm building.
To remove the two baby seats from the back seat and move them into the trunk.
Of course, her colleagues know that Sarah has a child, but there's no need to remind them.
--- p.41~42
Smita roughly and firmly grabbed her daughter's sari.
Lalita didn't resist her mother's hands trying to take off her clothes.
The sari flowed easily from the child's body.
From the beginning, Lalita's clothes were a bit loose.
Smita shuddered.
The child's back, with red and gold marks drawn in a messy manner, came into view.
It's a mark of a medium.
Here and there, the skin was torn, exposing raw flesh.
It is bright red like the bindi on the forehead.
“Who did this to you? Tell me! Who hit you?”
The child lowered his gaze.
And then he answered briefly, with just one word.
"teacher."
(……)
The child cried, shaking.
Nagarajan noticed the marks of beatings on his daughter's back.
Stripes were drawn over the torn skin.
He held the child tightly in his arms.
“You spoke against a Brahmin!” cried Smita, weeping.
Nagarajan looked back at his wife and asked while holding his daughter in his arms.
“Did you really do that?”
Lalita pursed her lips for a moment, then answered softly.
The answer that came out of the child's mouth struck both of them.
“He told me to pick up a broom and sweep the classroom floor.”
Smita's body froze.
Lalita's voice was so quiet that he couldn't believe he heard it correctly.
I asked the child back.
“What does that mean?”
“He told me to sweep the floor in front of everyone, saying that my job was to clean.
So I answered that I wouldn't do it."
The child cowered, afraid that the arrow would fall again.
In an instant, the child became even smaller.
My body seemed to shrink with fear.
Smita's breath caught in his throat.
He pulled his daughter close to him and held her in his arms with all the strength he could muster from his frail limbs, then burst into tears.
--- p.80~83
Of course, the doctor never said those words.
No one speaks openly about the name of such a disease.
We have to guess beyond the words and the barrage of medical jargon.
The word sounded like some kind of insult.
It felt like something negative, like a curse.
In any case, Sarah's sentence was clear.
“It’s the size of a tangerine.”
Yes, I see.
Sarah has been doing her best to postpone facing reality.
I did my best to ignore the stabbing pain and the fatigue that I felt all over my body.
Every time she anticipated the final verdict, every time she had a chance to guess what it would be, Sarah shook her head and chased the thoughts away.
But today we have to face it.
‘Tangerines… … .
Is it something huge or is it nothing special?'
I felt like I had been hit in the back of the head while letting my guard down.
A grumpy, sinister, tangerine-sized guy.
He must have been hiding and plotting something to get me in one hit.
--- p.104~105
Julia felt a pang of despair.
For the past several decades, his family has lived on the income from the workshop.
Julia thought of her mother.
My mother was too old to start working again.
Adela is still a student.
My sister is a housewife with four children, and my brother-in-law is a bottomless pit man who gambles away his salary.
At the end of each month, my father often paid off my sister and brother-in-law's credit card bills and other bills.
What would become of them now? The family's home was mortgaged, and all their assets were at risk of being seized.
Employees will lose their jobs.
Since workshop work is a specialized field, if you want to get a new job, you need to find a place that requires the same type of work, and the Cascaturra workshop is the last place you can find it.
They are people who have lived together like sisters, going through thick and thin together. So what are they going to do to make a living from now on?
My thoughts drifted to my father, who was lying unconscious in the hospital.
Suddenly, a scary thought crossed my mind.
Julia's body froze.
That morning, my father got on his Vespa and set off.
Because to maintain the workshop, I have to go around the city and collect hair as usual.
But he was crushed by despair, knowing that he had reached a dead end.
I picked up the pace and ran faster and faster.
As soon as I saw the steep downhill slope… … .
Julia shook her head.
'No, there's no way my father would do that.
There's no way he would throw his family and employees into the swamp of bankruptcy...
My father is a man who values honor.
I am not a person who runs away from misfortune.
But… …the workshop was collapsing.
The workshop is the pride of the father himself.
The company was on the verge of collapse, with employees who were like family losing their jobs.
Could her father have endured the reality that his life's work was vanishing like smoke and there was nothing he could do? The suspicion that was creeping into Julia was as cruel as gangrene eating away at a wounded leg.
--- p.153~154
Publisher's Review
A new life always begins on a road never taken before!
- Bestseller in France in 2017!
- Published in 27 countries worldwide!
"Three Crossroads" is a long novel that brings together three people who live in different places but live in the same era.
The three characters face obstacles in their lives, ranging from extreme poverty to incurable diseases.
Smita, who was born an untouchable in India and has had to spend her entire life cleaning up other people's excrement; Julia, who quit school at sixteen to work as a laborer in a traditional Sicilian workshop that has been passed down for three generations; and Sarah from Canada, who has lived as an 'executive of a large law firm', having cut off her private life.
They live very different lives, but they are all women in society.
Regardless of their status, circumstances, or personal success, the living conditions for women in society are poor.
Those who are born with the pain of belonging to a gender that is constantly pushed to the margins and the shackles that seem like a predetermined fate need a stronger will.
Smita is a mother.
I've lived my whole life without being able to make eye contact with others or do anything comfortably, but I want to give my daughter a different life.
To pursue his one dream of teaching his daughter to read and write, he gives up everything he has and sends his daughter to school.
But on the first day of school, the child returns home with a beating on his back.
Smita decides to risk her life and escape to give her daughter a life different from her own.
Julia is twenty years old.
He is a worker who does his part as a craftsman in a workshop, but he is still young and does not even realize that he is an adult.
A sudden accident leaves her father unconscious, and while searching through hospital documents, she discovers various debt performance notices and payment orders, which throw Julia back into reality.
He struggles in the face of the hardship of having to support his family and workshop members in an instant.
Sarah is the best lawyer in town.
She is the first woman to become an equity partner at the male-dominated large law firm Johnson & Lockwood.
To achieve her career, she paid the price of countless all-nighters and two marriages, and as a mother of three, she has always lived with a guilty conscience.
Is it because I worked too hard?
I was diagnosed with cancer during a regular checkup.
The three people collapse in front of their respective dead ends.
I feel the hardships of the world and my own helplessness.
Will you hesitate on the path of subservience, fearing change? Will you take risks and resolutely embark on a path untraveled?
They reject the fate given to them and choose their own lives.
Although our paths may be different, we meet with a burning desire to change the lives we have been given.
The original title of 'The Three Forks in the Road', 'La tresses', means 'hair divided into three sections and braided together' or 'a rope or string made by braiding three strands into one section'.
As the title suggests, this work perfectly succeeds in weaving three strands of life together to create a single world, and has received rave reviews from both readers and the press.
Immediately after its publication in France, it became a bestseller, selling an average of 2,500 copies per day, and to date, it has sold approximately 250,000 copies in France alone, and has signed overseas distribution contracts in 27 countries.
The book's unusually high sales, critical acclaim, and overseas publishing contracts, despite being published immediately after the French presidential election, made it a social issue, not to mention a publishing industry issue.
This is even more surprising when you consider that this is the author's debut work.
Laetitia Colombani, a well-known film director, confronts the contradictions of the world we live in, the harsh inequality and injustice, and selfishness, through her first novel, Three Roads.
It unfolds before the readers the unpleasant and unsightly things, the reality that we have tried to avoid as much as possible.
But surprisingly, the story of that suffering and pain gives rise to a more intense hope.
The universal discrimination and oppression encountered by these completely different characters, and the emotion felt in overcoming them, thrills the reader.
When conforming and accepting seems like the much easier path, seeing them choose a different life and move forward makes me realize that the proposition that 'you must be the protagonist of your own life' still holds true.
Nothing will change unless you change yourself!
- Summary of the plot of "Three Paths"
Smita was born into untouchability in India.
He must spend his entire life cleaning up other people's excrement with his bare hands.
Just as her mother did, and just as her mother's mother did.
The only dream he has is to teach his daughter to read.
It is a dream that is difficult to achieve for those with the Dalit status, who are considered unclean and ominous and are not allowed to even make eye contact with others, let alone make contact with them.
After several days of persuading her husband and offering all her wealth to a Brahmin teacher, she was finally able to send her daughter to school.
But on the first day of school, the daughter returns home with bright red whipping marks on her back.
At school, the teacher asked her daughter to 'clean', and she refused the teacher's order to sweep the floor according to her social status.
The price was clearly marked by scars.
Smita felt so sorry for her daughter, but also proud of her.
Now six years old, his head barely above the height of the chair when standing, he looked straight at the Brahman and expressed his opinion.
But the husband said that his daughter was wrong.
I said I should go and ask for help, and that I should do a little cleaning, but that's not a big deal.
Smita makes a new resolution when she sees her teacher and husband demanding obedience from her daughter.
I have to leave this place.
Leaving the village where you were born is a life-threatening act.
While her husband is asleep, threatening that she will be raped and hanged if she runs away, Smita grabs her daughter's hand and sets off on a midnight escape.
Julia's family has been involved in Cascaturra for nearly 100 years.
Cascatura is an old Sicilian custom of collecting cut or naturally shed hair and making wigs out of it.
The Lanfredi workshop, founded by Giulia's great-grandfather, is the last remaining Cascaturra workshop in Palermo, employing around ten craftsmen.
On the day she turned sixteen, Julia dropped out of school.
To help with the workshop work.
He loved reading books the most, and his school teachers encouraged him to go to college, saying he had the potential to become a scholar, but he was the only one who could take over the family business.
Julia loved her father and loved the workshop.
I felt like the workshop staff were like another family.
Then one day, my father fell into a coma after a car accident.
While looking for documents to take to the hospital, I happened to find a debt collection notice in my father's office.
The pile of payment orders starkly revealed my father's financial ruin.
The workshop was on the verge of closing down within a month, and I was about to be kicked out of the house I was living in.
The house and workshop that had always been a source of comfort suddenly became a burden that twenty-year-old Julia had to take responsibility for.
Her mother tells Julia to marry a wealthy man to help pay off the family's debts.
He resists vehemently, but finds no other solution and spends sleepless nights.
Sarah is a lawyer working at a large Canadian law firm.
He is the city's best lawyer, having won almost every case since taking office.
She became the first female executive at a law firm where male chauvinism is rampant.
Now, just one step away from reaching the top of the law firm, he is diagnosed with breast cancer.
Sarah was surprisingly calm.
He didn't tell anyone about his illness.
I decided to stand up as a lawyer to defend myself against the disease called 'cancer'.
I was confident that I could handle the illness on my own, just as I had done so far.
But a deeper despair awaited him.
Even in the booklet that seemed to list all the possible side effects, and even in the doctor who said everything he could for the patient, there were side effects that he could not have guessed… … .
- Bestseller in France in 2017!
- Published in 27 countries worldwide!
"Three Crossroads" is a long novel that brings together three people who live in different places but live in the same era.
The three characters face obstacles in their lives, ranging from extreme poverty to incurable diseases.
Smita, who was born an untouchable in India and has had to spend her entire life cleaning up other people's excrement; Julia, who quit school at sixteen to work as a laborer in a traditional Sicilian workshop that has been passed down for three generations; and Sarah from Canada, who has lived as an 'executive of a large law firm', having cut off her private life.
They live very different lives, but they are all women in society.
Regardless of their status, circumstances, or personal success, the living conditions for women in society are poor.
Those who are born with the pain of belonging to a gender that is constantly pushed to the margins and the shackles that seem like a predetermined fate need a stronger will.
Smita is a mother.
I've lived my whole life without being able to make eye contact with others or do anything comfortably, but I want to give my daughter a different life.
To pursue his one dream of teaching his daughter to read and write, he gives up everything he has and sends his daughter to school.
But on the first day of school, the child returns home with a beating on his back.
Smita decides to risk her life and escape to give her daughter a life different from her own.
Julia is twenty years old.
He is a worker who does his part as a craftsman in a workshop, but he is still young and does not even realize that he is an adult.
A sudden accident leaves her father unconscious, and while searching through hospital documents, she discovers various debt performance notices and payment orders, which throw Julia back into reality.
He struggles in the face of the hardship of having to support his family and workshop members in an instant.
Sarah is the best lawyer in town.
She is the first woman to become an equity partner at the male-dominated large law firm Johnson & Lockwood.
To achieve her career, she paid the price of countless all-nighters and two marriages, and as a mother of three, she has always lived with a guilty conscience.
Is it because I worked too hard?
I was diagnosed with cancer during a regular checkup.
The three people collapse in front of their respective dead ends.
I feel the hardships of the world and my own helplessness.
Will you hesitate on the path of subservience, fearing change? Will you take risks and resolutely embark on a path untraveled?
They reject the fate given to them and choose their own lives.
Although our paths may be different, we meet with a burning desire to change the lives we have been given.
The original title of 'The Three Forks in the Road', 'La tresses', means 'hair divided into three sections and braided together' or 'a rope or string made by braiding three strands into one section'.
As the title suggests, this work perfectly succeeds in weaving three strands of life together to create a single world, and has received rave reviews from both readers and the press.
Immediately after its publication in France, it became a bestseller, selling an average of 2,500 copies per day, and to date, it has sold approximately 250,000 copies in France alone, and has signed overseas distribution contracts in 27 countries.
The book's unusually high sales, critical acclaim, and overseas publishing contracts, despite being published immediately after the French presidential election, made it a social issue, not to mention a publishing industry issue.
This is even more surprising when you consider that this is the author's debut work.
Laetitia Colombani, a well-known film director, confronts the contradictions of the world we live in, the harsh inequality and injustice, and selfishness, through her first novel, Three Roads.
It unfolds before the readers the unpleasant and unsightly things, the reality that we have tried to avoid as much as possible.
But surprisingly, the story of that suffering and pain gives rise to a more intense hope.
The universal discrimination and oppression encountered by these completely different characters, and the emotion felt in overcoming them, thrills the reader.
When conforming and accepting seems like the much easier path, seeing them choose a different life and move forward makes me realize that the proposition that 'you must be the protagonist of your own life' still holds true.
Nothing will change unless you change yourself!
- Summary of the plot of "Three Paths"
Smita was born into untouchability in India.
He must spend his entire life cleaning up other people's excrement with his bare hands.
Just as her mother did, and just as her mother's mother did.
The only dream he has is to teach his daughter to read.
It is a dream that is difficult to achieve for those with the Dalit status, who are considered unclean and ominous and are not allowed to even make eye contact with others, let alone make contact with them.
After several days of persuading her husband and offering all her wealth to a Brahmin teacher, she was finally able to send her daughter to school.
But on the first day of school, the daughter returns home with bright red whipping marks on her back.
At school, the teacher asked her daughter to 'clean', and she refused the teacher's order to sweep the floor according to her social status.
The price was clearly marked by scars.
Smita felt so sorry for her daughter, but also proud of her.
Now six years old, his head barely above the height of the chair when standing, he looked straight at the Brahman and expressed his opinion.
But the husband said that his daughter was wrong.
I said I should go and ask for help, and that I should do a little cleaning, but that's not a big deal.
Smita makes a new resolution when she sees her teacher and husband demanding obedience from her daughter.
I have to leave this place.
Leaving the village where you were born is a life-threatening act.
While her husband is asleep, threatening that she will be raped and hanged if she runs away, Smita grabs her daughter's hand and sets off on a midnight escape.
Julia's family has been involved in Cascaturra for nearly 100 years.
Cascatura is an old Sicilian custom of collecting cut or naturally shed hair and making wigs out of it.
The Lanfredi workshop, founded by Giulia's great-grandfather, is the last remaining Cascaturra workshop in Palermo, employing around ten craftsmen.
On the day she turned sixteen, Julia dropped out of school.
To help with the workshop work.
He loved reading books the most, and his school teachers encouraged him to go to college, saying he had the potential to become a scholar, but he was the only one who could take over the family business.
Julia loved her father and loved the workshop.
I felt like the workshop staff were like another family.
Then one day, my father fell into a coma after a car accident.
While looking for documents to take to the hospital, I happened to find a debt collection notice in my father's office.
The pile of payment orders starkly revealed my father's financial ruin.
The workshop was on the verge of closing down within a month, and I was about to be kicked out of the house I was living in.
The house and workshop that had always been a source of comfort suddenly became a burden that twenty-year-old Julia had to take responsibility for.
Her mother tells Julia to marry a wealthy man to help pay off the family's debts.
He resists vehemently, but finds no other solution and spends sleepless nights.
Sarah is a lawyer working at a large Canadian law firm.
He is the city's best lawyer, having won almost every case since taking office.
She became the first female executive at a law firm where male chauvinism is rampant.
Now, just one step away from reaching the top of the law firm, he is diagnosed with breast cancer.
Sarah was surprisingly calm.
He didn't tell anyone about his illness.
I decided to stand up as a lawyer to defend myself against the disease called 'cancer'.
I was confident that I could handle the illness on my own, just as I had done so far.
But a deeper despair awaited him.
Even in the booklet that seemed to list all the possible side effects, and even in the doctor who said everything he could for the patient, there were side effects that he could not have guessed… … .
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Date of issue: December 15, 2017
- Page count, weight, size: 304 pages | 328g | 128*188*30mm
- ISBN13: 9788984373396
- ISBN10: 8984373397
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