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Identity
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20 Iden tity My mother had her own rit ual way of greet ing my father when he came home from work. She would never press him at once about the daily house hold wor ries. She al ways waited for just the right mo ment. Every min ute was filled with the es sence of their en tire shared life, and there was no need for them to sur ren der peace ful mo ments. It did not make sense to spoil the present mo ment with what had to come, what had to hap pen any way. This was al most sa cred in my parents’ life. No two mo ments could co ex ist within any sin gle mo ment of their lives. When fear set tled on the fam ily be cause of some thing that had to occur, a sort of mys ter i ous fa tal ism that ac com pa nies every fam ily that is com pelled to move, my mother knew how to make a kind of inter nal com pro mise with the times, the good and the bad. She had a built-in mech a nism that al lowed her to en dure both for tune and mis for tune. This was true even after my mas sa cre of the papers and books in the cab i net. When my father re turned home that day, he calmly ate his din ner, sur rounded by the rhythm and ha bit ual quiet that ra di ated through our fam ily when ever he came from work. Then he took his cus to mary late after noon nap. As time passed, the de layed con se quences of the events in the cab i net weighed on me ever more heav ily. In the si lent, early eve ning hours that first en tered the house through the bal cony, my father turned to ward the cab i net to fetch some book, and thus com plete his usual daily sched ule on this day as well. He pulled the cab i net doors wide open. I re mained riv eted to the spot where I stood: it was im pos sible to move, to run away, to save my self. My father was at first unable to de tect the mas sa cre I had car ried out be cause my mother had done what she 21 could to sal vage much of the for mer or gan iza tion. He found the book he was look ing for and now began to look for a cer tain doc u ment. Even had he no ticed that some thing had oc curred in the cab i net, he would not have wanted to be lieve such a thing were pos sible. By some mir a cle, he im me di ately found the doc u ment he wanted. But when he no ticed that the stamps had been un glued and torn from the doc u ment, what had hap pened slowly dawned on him. His face went blank. My mother watched him in si lence. It was like this only when some one in the fam ily died. This, how ever, was akin to the death of the en tire fam ily. How to prove our iden tity, which was con stantly ver ified, using doc u ments with stamps re moved? Had the doc u ments been yel lowed, torn, or crum pled, he could have dealt some how with those who check iden tity papers, but with their stamps torn off, with their fig ure heads re moved, it be came dif fi cult, un cer tain. Add ing to our mis for tune, the stamps had also been de tached from the doc u ments es tab lish ing our newly ac quired cit i zen ship. Who could make sense of this? I was small then, and I felt even smaller in side. For the first time, I waited in the cor ner to be pun ished for my mis con duct. My father and mother had never raised a hand against us chil dren. They had calmed us with their quiet. That is how it often was when life was dif fi cult: the storm was calmed from within, in my parents’ souls. My father did not raise his hand, but I will never for get the ex pres sion of in...