Thanks to her efforts, my grandfather was finally released, and they moved to the U.S. But they wrote the most incredible, passionate letters every day, and they really made those two hours count. They met in a donut shop.įor the next three years, they were allowed to see each other only once a year for two hours. But every year, to this day, they spend a couple of weeks apart and then when they miss each other so much they can”t stand it, they meet in a tiny hotel room for exactly two hours and re-live the passion of their youth.I embellished a little. The moment their eyes met, they fell in love.For the next three years, they were allowed to see each other only once a year for two hours. She looked at it, and then she looked at him. He did it from memory, but it was a perfect likeness of her. On this chip he had laboriously painted my grandmother”s face, using ashes mixed with water for ink, and his own hair as a paintbrush. He reached under his bunk and he showed her a little chip of wood. One year later, she went back for a second interview. He stared at her for a whole hour.One year later, she went back for a second interview. When it was time for her to leave, he asked if he could look at her face for a while so that he would have something beautiful to remember in the long months ahead. She was a human rights observer sent to interview him. He was a political prisoner in Argentina. Does that make any sense?More Monologues from “30 Minutes or Less” But what I hope is that you don”t really know how you feel for me, and that maybe when you figure it out you”ll realize it”s the same way I feel for you. Maybe you feel for me the way you feel for a good friend, or – if the world f – hates me – a brother. And I know you have feelings for me, too. I”m sorry to do this to you, but I was afraid I”d never get the chance to tell you. I have for a very long time.I”m sorry to do this to you, but I was afraid I”d never get the chance to tell you. Do you see where I”m going with this? I love you Kate. (struggling) Do you remember when you found that picture in my car of you, me and Chet, with Chet cut out of it? I need you to remember about the picture, and about how I stop by your office every Friday, and how I”ve always hated all your boyfriends, and how the two girls I”ve ever seriously dated have looked like less attractive versions of you. I came here because, should things not work out today as I would like them to, I want you to know why I was doing the things I did. I know it”s a lot to swallow, but you gotta take it on face value, because there”s a timer attached to this thing and it”s counting down. (beat) Some very bad guys strapped a bomb to my chest and they are forcing me to commit a crime. I”m gonna give you the short version of an incredibly complicated and f – up situation, so please be cool.
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