A true story. 'I always thought when consuming drugs they can fuck my body and do whatever they want with me. Because I hate my body, I’m fat and ugly and bulky – and I don’t deserve better anyway. But during the moments when the drugs stop working I realize that those people do also fuck my soul. That hurts, well, no, there’s more to it than that: it kills you without destroying your body, you’re left behind, knowing you’re fucked up, beyond cure, and that you gotta live with it …' Having just come of age, the author tells about her childhood, having grown up in a children’s home, started to consume drugs at the age of twelve, about street prostitution motivated by drug addiction, the tough life amidst johns, pimps and drug dealers and her attempt to escape – in one way or another. Unrelently honest and very outspoken, she describes the other side of the world we live in, a life devoid of comfort, without a family, yet subsidized or at least tolerated by the state.weiterlesen