HALLETA ALEMU
“But first she needed to reach herself, first she needed to reach the world.” There is nothing like the first love. But what I speak of, is of a deeper more total phenomenon. The opening of yourself fully to accept the world. To love, is to open. Just the thought of Clarice makes my eyes well. She articulates the center of my living, in its brutal, orchestral totality. No one else but her has the key. Perhaps we share it with the same hand. Within these pages, I understand how it feels to be fully alive. Through its terror and beauty. I understood that to love, to really love, one must take the risk of being real. There are times Lori, the female protagonist, agitates me. Given her liquid power she chooses not to drink. But is this not just a reflection of I? And such agitation, is merely a rub towards myself. But Lori remembers. As do I.
