In her novel “I want to drink wine and wait for the end of the world,” Slata Roschal talks about the difficult everyday life of a working mother – and also about the feeling of not belonging in this country.
A woman sits in the hotel and gets drunk. “The room is my underground where I hide,” we learn from Maria Nowak, in her early thirties, freelance translator, wife and mother of two small children. Thanks to a seminar, she still has two days to escape the demands of her everyday life, to face her thoughts, her fears, her anger. Because the first-person narrator of Slata Roshal’s new novel has a lot built up. To paraphrase the title: “I want to drink wine and wait for the end of the world”.