ABSTRACT
Almost forty-five and finally a witch! Thinking back, I wonder if I have ever wanted anything else. But because young witches are never completely emancipated, in my early childhood such fantasies appeared in some other, socially acceptable form. One of my first answers to the question “What are you going to do when you grow up?” (as far as I remember) was “A stewardess.” In my mind I had traveled to great unknown worlds, cities like New York, Berlin, London, exotic countries, encounters with interesting people. Some male “shrink” would probably discover, in this young girl’s longing to fly, “a lack of the fear of sex,” as well as a hidden wish to abandon her family and tribe.
