Go in the Room

This morning I heard a fantastic piece from StoryCorps, Dave Isay's radio project where everyday people enter a booth and record CDs about their lives. (The main station is in Grand Central.)

The piece today was about a woman who confronted her father--on his deathbed--about his time in a concentration camp. He had always told her that he had procured bread, etc., and generally made his life there sound to her like Robin Hood's in Sherwood Forest. When she finally confronted him that day, he told her that he had kept her out of "the room" on purpose for her entire life, and she had a choice, at that moment, to walk away or knock again. If she knocked again, he would let her in, but once inside the room, there was no way to ever leave.

(Aside: The piece was produced by a friend of mine from j-school, who I remember well from our days in the radio lab, sitting side-by-side, winding and recutting digital files. Lyrical, memorable days.)