Writing for dear life

December 8, 1982: When I write, I like to write fast, at a furious pace. I want to get the words out before I have a chance to forget them. I need to express how I feel without being censored and I want my words to have significance. This trip to Argentina has given me lots of material. There are so many things that are new to me, like an unexplored world I've never visited before. That's how Argentina, the country of my birth, feels to me now. It would be fair to say that I hardly recognize it. I want to see where all these discoveries will lead me. I need to get at the truth.
And I want to get to know my Tia, too, and write about her. Tomorrow I'll ask her questions about her life when she was young, my age or younger. What did she feel? How did she spend her days? I know so very little about her!