"They can kill me but they cannot kill my love.
I expected to find bitterness as that woman died, that the hatred towards her enemies would be endless. Not that she forgave them, no, not that she was ready to forget what they had done, no it was that she had chosen to turn from the anguish that was besieging her, she had chosen to look through a crack in the wall of the shack where they had imprisoned her broken body, left her to bleed into nothingness. I saw her crawl to that slight opening in the wall, heard her think, this is what I want to see at the end, this is what I want to take with me as I leave, I will not spend my last moments on earth filled with terror, she saw the plants, she saw a ray of sun, she remembered how rain had come down in a garden, she heard the plants asking to be gathered from the ground.
And she knew that nothing ever dies. Nothing ever really dies."
Ariel Dorfman, The Compensation Bureau
