"I got to thinking that there could be no worse suffering than this, even if someone were to murder your own father, because every time my thoughts turned to the methods of torture used by the dictators, my hair stood on end, I got goose bumps and my heart leapt out of my throat," he wrote.
BHL: You're aware of things Mr. Mostafaei said, quoted in the German magazine, Der Spiegel, this week, that seem to leave some doubt as to the possible complicity of your mother in the murder of your father?
I understand that you wrote it in the aftermath of your father's murder -- during the trial of the man who was ultimately convicted.
If the Shakespearean half of the analogy seems somewhat over the top (following your bliss is not quite the same as avenging your father's murder), the physical demands are understated by a wide margin.
Imagine then that you found romance during that storm, romance with a familiar New Zealander who had been part of the expedition that had ended with your father's murder.
Imagine that you found romance during that storm, romance with a familiar New Zealander who had been part of the environmental expedition that had ended with your father's murder.
How much does that have to do with your father's murder?
It started with this: The day after your father was murdered, close to where it happened, two thousand sardines and mackerel fall from the sky.
I can recall him explaining to me shortly after you announced "I'm back" in early 1995 how you decided at the last moment to change your number, from 23 to 45, to honor your murdered father.
First, revenge assumes that a person can set right what an adversary has set wrong: you murdered my father, now your death will pay back the loss.
