Violette
EGP100
“Whenever I return in my thoughts to the summer of 1974, I remember that I was already over thirty years old, yet I was still unable to confess to Yima what I had suffered on the rooftop with Nora. My sense of shame prevented me; there was no point in speaking. In reality, a wide river of lies flowed between my mother and me. I never admitted what had happened to me on that day when I went out during her nap. Even after thirty years, I was still unable to summon Yima to an intimate trial between the two of us, where I would stand alone before a court with no jury, no defendant, and no witnesses.”
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“Whenever I return in my thoughts to the summer of 1974, I remember that I was already over thirty years old, yet I was still unable to confess to Yima what I had suffered on the rooftop with Nora. My sense of shame prevented me; there was no point in speaking. In reality, a wide river of lies flowed between my mother and me. I never admitted what had happened to me on that day when I went out during her nap. Even after thirty years, I was still unable to summon Yima to an intimate trial between the two of us, where I would stand alone before a court with no jury, no defendant, and no witnesses.”
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