I shrugged my shoulders. “She decided to talk to the journalist and to pay for his silence. I begged her not to go because she would only make things worse. He wasn’t searching for easy money; he wanted the glory and the fulfilment of his ambitions, with all the arrogance of his youth. You can’t reason with that kind of people, their dreams aren’t for sale; they are bulldozers, tanks, and precision rifles. But she was more arrogant than he was, and I was unable to dissuade her. Therefore she went to him.”
I looked at him. I calmly met his questioning gaze. I no longer escaped from my memories, nor was I stalling. I just wanted to come to terms with the past, without letting its intensity overwhelm me.
“She vainly tried to convince him. A clash of hard heads, with a tragic ending. She cam
