Saans het ek met my familie gesit om die haasoorantenna-TV, vol sneeu, en gekyk na beelde van dieselfde stil man in die tuin omring deur groot skares, soos tonele van sy vrylating elke aand uitgesaai is.
At night, I would sit with my family around the snowy, bunny-eared TV, and watch images of that same quiet man from the garden surrounded by hundreds and thousands of people as scenes from his release were broadcast nightly.