«Gilgi, una de nosotras», de Irmgard Keun | Revista de Letras
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Esta mujer que, como tal, posee un acuciante sentido del amor como forma vital, nos dice en otro pasaje: “Lo ajeno se instala en uno que ni siquiera se da cuenta de ello, que no lo sabe, pero que surge durante dÃas, semanas y años por culpa de un sentimiento inflamado y enfermo. Entonces tal vez se pregunta, fatigada, por la incomprensibilidad de unos deseos y unos sentimientos que no han crecido en su interior, se extraña, medita sobre el sentido y la necesidad de una realidad no deseada y con la que no guarda relación algunaâ€.