To Have Realized Your Dream

But Here's What I've Learned In This War, In This Country, In This City: To Love The Miracle Of Having Been Born.

It Brought Back To Mind The Injustice I Spoke Of, The Solitude That Oppresses Women Intent On Defending Their Own Destinies, Their Own Dreams, Their Own Mistakes.

Journalism Is An Extraordinary And Terrible Privilege. Not By Chance, If You Are Aware Of It, Does It Consume You With A Hundred Feelings Of Inadequacy. Not By Chance, When I Find Myself Going Through An Event Or An Important Encounter, Does It Seize Me Like Anguish, A Fear Of Not Having Enough Eyes And Enough Ears And Enough Brains To Look And Listen And Understand Like A Worm Hidden In The Wood Of History.

How Do You Dare To Ask Me For A Solution? It's Like Asking Seneca For A Solution. You Remember What He Did? He Committed Suicide!

Listening To Someone Talk Isn't At All Like Listening To Their Words Played Over On A Machine. What You Hear When You Have A Face Before You Is Never What You Hear When You Have Before You A Winding Tape.