memories last

i just watched the reader in one of the satellite television channels. i didn't know the movie was THAT good. it was simply, touchy sort of like two in one story. what a drama. i've always like drama movies. interview with vampire, count of monte cristo, the prestidge, etc. those are my favorites. but this drama really hit me deep.

the first story was about a cold boy fell in love with an older women probably twice his age. but the affair only lasted one summer. but she left a big impact on his life. he was in love, that's for sure. they make love and then he read her, story books. oh, she loved it. being read. he thought it was real. but then she left and she didn't say goodbye. he waited, but only to know that it was dead over.

few years later, he met her again, but this time not at her cozy small apartment secretly. this is where the second story started. this time he met her, no, not literally met her. technically, he saw her. but at a court trial. apparently, she's one of the defendants of jewish genocidal war criminal. she was in a jewish camp before she met him which eventually become a professional law practitioner. she was a SS soldier. she admitted that she committed those crimes, just to stay in her denial state of mind. that she is an illiterate. not be able to read and write.

but the story is not about her sentence to be imprisoned for lifetime. it is how she learned how to read during her sentence. he kept sending her tapes. tapes of those stories he used to read her years before. long long time ago. he's probably in his 40's, divorced, always lonely and cold as always. and she utilized those tapes to learn to read, and write.

all in all it was a good movie. heartbreaking. and david kross, the young boy and kate winslet were superb in their acting.

but ego pays. a lot. and ego kills. at the end of the movie, she killed herself. probably by the same reason why she was imprisoned for lifetime, her ego.

but, the memories last. they lasted for his entire life. he couldn't forget her. the details. every. single. detailed details. how he met her for the first time. how he used to read her books. even after she's gone.

same goes to me. i might not be the same lawyer who was pervert enough to have an affair with someone older but i do, have my own set of stories. stories which i rather call them the quiet things that no one ever know.

i might looked okay, but deep down inside, there are some things, embedded. they stay. intact. like the reader.