Анна Сандермоен - The Cult in my Grandmother's House

I went home on the trolleybus with stiffened legs and wet pants, then ran home to the commune and told the adults about it. They just told me that I had “dirty sexual fantasies and lots of wrong and bad thoughts”. “Still so young, and already has such fantasies!”

Needless to say, never again did I tell adults about my problems or concerns.

Then I cleaned myself up, and washed my child panties myself. We always washed our own clothes.

Soon after that incident the skin around my mouth came out in cold sores. Now I know it was a type of herpes, because it has periodically resurfaced throughout my life. But then, as a little girl, I found it painful and frightening. No one told me how best to deal with it, and my dirty hands spread the infection everywhere until practically my whole face including my eyes was covered with awful itchy sores. For a while I couldn’t even go to school. The adults intensified their layering and, as you might guess, told me at the same time that skin problems are the psychosomatic expression of fear, and the fact that the sores appeared right next to my lips showed my “dirty attitude towards men”.

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“How do you rate your anger?”

“9”

“How often do you have dirty thoughts?”

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t take the piss, you animal. How often do you have dirty thoughts?”

“Often…”

BECHZOD

For some reason all the groups of the commune moved out of their separate apartments and into a half-derelict two-storey building that was ready for demolition. It may have been a school or kindergarten; we called it by the strange name Bechzod. For some time we lived there all together. The building was so old it seemed the walls might crumble at any moment. The floors and ceiling shook even from children’s steps, and the plaster flaked down on us. Sometimes it even fell in whole chunks.

My small group in the second class continued going to school from there.

It was at Bechzod that I started stealing.

SUGAR

True, the very first time I stole something, I didn’t even understand it was stealing. All us kids from the commune had been taken to an exhibition of national economic achievements, and in the display of eastern confectionary I saw an illuminated bowl of navat – a central Asian delicacy of large transparent sugar crystals. Ever since I had become part of the collective, I had had no toys, and this bowl looked so enticing. All I had to do was reach out my hand, and this exotic fairytale would be mine.

There were signs hanging everywhere saying not to touch the exhibit, but I spotted a moment when the attendant of the hall had turned away, grabbed a handful of the sugar crystals and only then realised I had nowhere to hide them. I was wearing only a short summer dress, open sandals and panties. I thought for a moment and stuffed the whole contents of my fist into my pants and, moving clumsily so the sugar didn’t spill out, followed the others to the exit. In contrast to the exhibit hall, it was ridiculously hot outside and after literally a few steps I could feel a disgusting stream of melted sweets running from my panties down my leg into my sandals. I jumped into the nearest bushes and tried to wipe the half-melted lumps out my pants. Nobody had noticed.

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