I wanted him to collect all our grief, from the beginning of the dictatorship in 1969 to the present, and hold it there for the world to see. I wanted the silence to be broken, the silence that surrounded not only the deaths and imprisonments and disappearances but also the minor acts of cruelty and humiliation, perceptible, from as far back as I could remember, in everything and everyone around me—the architecture, the very tarmac, a loaf of bread, the voices of the singers and the poets—particularly the poets. I never did know how to be released from it and wanted this writer to do it for
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