When Silence Returns

Dear fellow travelers,

We went to the opera.

The Emperor of Atlantis, or The Refusal to Die. Written in a concentration camp.

I watched my body the whole time. How it tensed up. How it withdrew. How it could barely breathe.

A system without emotion. Without connection. Without humanity.

And then—at the very end: silence.

The masks come off. Something softens. And suddenly, people begin to feel again.

That's exactly when tears ran down my face—and my heart breathed a sigh of relief.

Because life came back. Like a memory: You don't need much.

Just a moment when you feel again—and are simply yourself.

With love and a tender heart,
Jeannette