Last night we went for dinner and eventually realised that the manager of the Restaurant was from Chile she sat down to talk with us and after a while she started to tell me her story. She was brought up in Chile under Pinochet in her first year of Univesity she got pregnant she was always demnstratng against him but one day when she was five months pregnant she could not go because her mobility was difficult. Her friend went to demonstrate and was killed.
After she had the baby one year on she came to Spain to work because Chile was in turmoil and she has been identifed as a trouble maker. She told us she had never told anyone that story before and got very emotional about it. She did not know why she took that night to talk about it with us a but she felt it was the right time and the right people to do it with. It kinda always happens to me, not sure why.
It made me think about all the people in NI holding on to different memorys and I wonder when they are going to find it the right time to feel right to talk about it. Or are all of those things going to stay hidden ? Lost to further generations ? The learning lost, the observations lost the thoughts taken to the grave. .............and the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round.
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