Link https://youtu.be/DuqsSRr_UrQ
Postscript: For the reader
My last letter
returned two months after I sent it. Yarostan’s address was completely covered
by a large blot of opaque ink, and an arrow pointed to my address. There were
no explanations anywhere on the envelope; in fact, there was no indication my
letter had gotten any further than the local post office where the stamps were
cancelled, there was no clue as to who had returned it or why. During the past
eight years I haven’t heard a single word from Yarostan or Mirna or Yara or
Jasna. The “police capitalism” that imposed itself by means of its
“historically available instruments” still rules today.
I held on to
Yarostan’s letters and the carbon copies of mine; occasionally I shared them
with friends. Several years ago one of those who read them suggested I share
them with a larger circle of friends. I hesitated because there was too much in
them that could incriminate people whose lives are under constant police
surveillance — and not merely “over there.” When I finally decided to accept
the suggestion, I carefully omitted all the names of places, and I changed the
name of every person mentioned in both sets of letters, except where I felt
this wasn’t necessary (as with my own name: the police files over there never
listed me as Nachalo, but as the daughter of the man I called “Alberts”). I
hope “Yarostan” forgives me for making a book out of his letters to me: I hope
even more that he sees this book.
I’m deeply grateful
to all those who offered to help me typeset, proofread and print these letters,
particularly to Ted and Tina. I’d like to address these letters to “all my
likes” and “all Yarostan’s likes,” as he would have put it. And I want to
dedicate it to the people I named Yarostan, Mirna, Yara, Jasna, Zdenek, Jan,
Vesna and Irena, and to those I called Ron, Jose, Alec and Tissie,
S.N.
Bonus Readers Delirium
Link https://youtu.be/LwMfGeyOqls
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