Mar 8 2010 - 9:32pm
by nina
Mar 8 2010 - 9:32pm
I forgot to bring my sound recorder, which is a great pity.
In my cousin Karen's house, Ruth and I talk about family dynamics and gossip, we eat hummus on grainy toast, we fill each other in. She's leaving in 15 min to catch a plane to Florida. We discuss my mom and trips to Joburg and Dina in New Zealand. And I have this sense of you, sitting on the couch just behind me, listening and adding to your mind's understanding of my history, my relatives, the narrative of where I come from. Then I take the chairs I'm borrowing from Karen and run to catch the bus home, I can hear it turning the corner...
