A fragment from the novel "Soviet Milk", written by Latvian writer Nora Ikstena.

I don’t remember 15th October, 1969. There are people who swear they remember their birth. I don’t. It’s likely that I was well positioned in my mother’s womb because the birth was normal. Not particularly long, nor particularly short, with the last contractions coming every five minutes. My mother was twenty-five, young and healthy. Her mental state, though, was not so healthy, as I learned later.

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