"We sat in her living room, the camera started rolling, and she began. She was sharp, funny and generous, and when looking into the darkness and recalling that difficult time, she did not spare herself one bit."
It reminds me of the hours I spent recording my grandmother in her living room, under the Sputnik light pointing from the ceiling. At the end, before I pressed STOP on the tape recorder she’d asked, “you think someone will want to know all of this? We should never forget what happened.”