Брелок, The Keychain

Когда я расставалась с мужем из-за того, что полюбила ж
енщину, все родственники пытались этому помешать.
Контролировали каждый шаг. Я не могла одна выйти из дома: отобрали
ключи. Слава богу, была запасная связка — я спрятала ее, чтобы не
забрали. В какой-то момент напряжение немного спало, — я достал
а эти ключи, вышла из дома и уехала в другой город к любимому челов
еку. Не буду рассказывать, что происходило дальше... В общем, через
пару дней я все-таки вернулась, подала на развод и забрала детей с собо
й в Петербург. А брелок сейчас на моих новых ключах все тот же — как н
а тех, старых, которые прятала. Светлана (автор предпочел не указывать дату и год рождения)

This story was collected as a part of a collaboration between Coming Out and The Unstraight Museum called "The Artefacts", in connection to the Queer Fest 2015 in Saint Petersburg.

History Of The Object in English:
When I was parting with my husband after falling in love with the woman, all the relatives were trying to throw sand in the wheels. They
were literally having each my step under control. I even could not leave the flat by myself: they seized my keys. Thank god I stocked a spare set of keys and hid it from them.
Once the tension loosened for a while — I took the spare keys, opened the door and was gone: I went to my beloved one who lived in another city. I won’t tell you what followed after... Shortly, I came back in a couple of
days, applied for a divorce and took my children with me to Saint-Petersburg'
Much water has flowed under the bridge since then, but the keychain at my new pair of keys is still the same — as it was at the old set, the hidden one.

Svetlana

This story was collected as a part of a collaboration between Coming Out and The Unstraight Museum called "The Artefacts", in connection to the Queer Fest 2015 in Saint Petersburg.