And I heard a woman, an ordinary everyday woman, recounting what she experienced. What she went through and endured. Her words moved me deeply. Some details from her life story, what she dared to say with her trembling voice about her truth to that journalist, took shape within me. They became thoughts and then words, sentences. That is exactly how the book "Don't Believe in the Truth" was born. I tried to feel my heroine as I was writing. I tried to imagine the tragedy of her moments. Difficult. Very difficult. At some point, I froze. At some point, I stopped writing. Even stopped thinking about the story. And then I decided to "play" a game with myself. I pressured myself not to believe in the truth of that woman's life. Because, if I didn't play that game, if I didn't try not to believe in her truth, I don't think I could finish the book. Only then was I able to travel with her. Only then was I able to justify her. And help her continue her life. As many of you, my dear friends, who are mothers, will understand me completely. It is impossible to put yourself in the shoes of a woman who committed, unwittingly, such a horrific, such a heinous act, unless you try not to believe her.
I tried to imagine that I was writing a fairy tale. But this time, not for children, but for adults. That made it easier. And that’s how I easily discovered the title of the book. Although I spend a long time trying to find the right title for each of my novels, this time it was born instantly. "Don't Believe in the Truth," I kept saying to myself, and repeating it, I kept saying and repeating it to my heroine. To help her endure. To allow myself to calm down, to feel her, to understand her actions, to immerse myself in her life, to tell her story, to offer her redemption, perhaps even to forgive her. "Don't Believe in the Truth" is the second novel of my writing career. It was published in 2007. And now I have traveled once again into this fascinating story of a woman who was destined to experience something so tragic. For your sake.