Mika and Vaurienne's Stair

Mika and I shared the third level of the Contois stairwell during our six shows of the cabaret. You might think that a Polish factory girl and a member of the underground French-Algerian resistance might not have much in common but I beg to differ.
Over the course of the past two tumultuous weeks, we shared a mirror, our make-up, munchies, our daily complaints (never enough sleep or food) and life stories. We checked each other's faces, underwear lines and stockings as they slowly became shredded remnants of their former selves.
There is an intimacy only girls changing can attain and I will miss our little cozy corner of the stairwell. I'll even miss a white-faced Mr Dingaling shushing us and the roving eyes of Contino Valentino Vespucci from the level above. If only that stairwell could talk...