somehow, this story completely escaped me until i saw mellissa fung in the red chair. now that i’ve read her story, i’d like to find her and hug it out. i know that’s a small gesture-so i could always add a plate of fries. as of a few months ago when i saw her, the canucks hadn’t come through with their promises of tickets, so i hope they didn’t recently, only to have her be caught up in those bullshit riots. these are our s/heroes.
sometimes, relationships get ill:
“It was quite amazing, I thought, that my kidnapper, in the midst of dealing with his hostage, would call his girlfriend to tell her to see a doctor for the pain in her stomach. There was something about it that was endearing, and it made me believe that deep down, beneath the bravado of being at best a bandit and at worst a Taliban sympathizer, this was a young man who could be human and thoughtful and kind. The same one who would think to bring me french fries that he asked his girlfriend to make. The same one who took my hand on that first day and told me not to be afraid.” (203)
“I nodded, knowing there was no way either of us would honour that agreement, but it was a compelling notion, the idea of hostage and kidnapper staying in touch, a continuation of a relationship formed in captivity.” (254)