Mirta Ojito

May 10, 2014

Mirta Ojito: Still firmly in my mother’s grip

It was dark when I woke up. Dark and quiet, except for the waves lapping on the side of the boat, and the humming of a motor, somewhere behind me, though, in the darkness and after hours of constant retching, it was hard to know what was up or down, behind or in front of me.

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