Barraskiloek baino bat gehiago

My parents were able to hold in what they felt, and hold in, and hold in, and finally, rage began to nestle in my vocal cords, too. I felt as if I was short of breath and, at the most critical moments, I desperately tried to mouth the slimy black mass that surrounded me. The silence of that rooftop echoed incessantly. And I, I needed noise. I used to listen to the sea conch that Auntie Ana brought from a distant beach in search of solace and, at first, I was supported by the hum that came from inside. The shell kept the swing of the blue waves; calm sea, almost dead. And I, I needed noise. Let the sea be foul; let him attack the rocks.