2009 Nobel Prize in Literature
I've been summoned. Thursday, ten sharp. Thus begins one day in the life of a young clothing-factory worker during Ceausescu's totalitarian regime. She has been questioned before; this time, she believes, will be worse. Her crime? Sewing notes into the linings of mens suits bound for Italy. Marry me, the notes say, with her name and address. Anything to get out of the country.