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Mexico, February 7, 2000 My diaries surprise me. Memory condenses and arranges everything, and I had forgotten so many things. Today I understood that what I write about my present must be the same, a diary. Mexico, February 15, 2000 I remembered Omama’s diaries that I brought to Mexico. When I went through all the things in the house I kept them all. Again I am surprised by my grandmother’s need to record everything, before memory transforms it. When I read them I felt that the book needed to exist, that it couldn’t be any other way. These last years Omama has been losing her memory as if she were leaving it in my hands to tell the story. |
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