"Silly childhood memories. That's it. That's how they sound when I am telling them to him. Silly. I tell him the truth. I do not remember the big picture of childhood, everything comes to me in small broken fragments. Even when I piece it all together, the pieces never make a whole fragment. There is never a complete picture. I remember that they loved to do puzzles, my aunts and Baba. I remember how completed puzzles awed me but I never wanted to do them. Games frustrated me, made me violent..." (from Wounds of Passion)