I was in the grocery store today when I heard that Pinochet died. When I walked in the whole store was buzzing with people sharing the news. I am not so surprised, as he had been in the hospital for a few days.
Jorge cried when he heard the news that Pinochet had passed. He was a firm Pinochet supporter and believes that Chile was better off when he was in power. He even wants us to go to the funeral. Jorge and I have been dating for a little more than a year now. Although I am not so in favor of Pinochet, I like hearing the way that Jorge talks about him and the past sixteen years. It helps me think that maybe what I did during those years, not actively opposing the regime, was not so terrible after all. Rosa, not surprisingly, doesn’t like Jorge.
Jorge never asks me about my own political opinions, and I didn’t dare tell him how relieved I am that Pinochet is gone. Maybe now we can all move on.
Next month, Jorge and I are leaving for New York to go to Rosa’s wedding. Marco and wife and kids are going with us, and Miguel is meeting us there. I am excited; this is the first time I will be in the United States. Rosa followed her boyfriend to the United States five years ago. After they split up she found an Argentinian man and now they are getting married. Rosa and I are on still on fragile terms. She is willing to talk to me again and we have polite conversations, but I know that below the surface she is still angry about my role during the military period.
It will be good to get out of Chile for a few days, to experience how with burying the past we can celebrate the formation of something new.