As I write A Rose for Sergei,
I am stunned by how easily the words are flowing. I wonder if it’s because the words I write have
never been spoken or written about before.
It is as if they have been preserved in my memory all these years. The conversations between Sergei and I are in
essence verbatim. I can only think of
two reasons why this would be possible.
The first is that my memories are clear, they never expanded with
repetition like some stories we tell over time.
The second is because I had a heightened sense of awareness when we were
together. Sergei knew he was being
watched and followed; he told many people about that. The frightening reality to his statement is that it easily translated to . . . “We are being watched and followed.”
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