The Rojek Sisters Say Down with Aura!

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Mira Michałowska’s (1914-2007) pen name. Michałowska was a Polish writer, journalist, satirist and translator of American literature. The Rojek Sisters column was published in “Przekrój” from 1962 until 1967.

When the plague is raging, we’re quick to search out the guilty party. But who is responsible for the flu that makes life unpleasant for Poles every season? An archive issue of “Przekrój” might hold the answer.

One day in Warsaw, when the temperature had stayed stable for a good six hours – at least, according to certain thermometers – newspapers reported that 500 people had come down with the flu. Ruda was one of them.

Here is Ruda’s report on her experience, interspersed with a series of complaints about Aura –otherwise known as the weather:

Aura is to blame for everything –

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The Rojek Sisters:

Mira Michałowska’s (1914-2007) pen name. Michałowska was a Polish writer, journalist, satirist and translator of American literature. The Rojek Sisters column was published in “Przekrój” from 1962 until 1967.

Translation: Kate Webster

Publish date: 11.09.2020

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The Rojek Sisters Say Down with Aura!

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