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...Antibodi Well, who said this theme was exclusively white? With its lip-smackingly red accents, Patricia Urquiola's hammock-like Antibodi chair is almost flirtatious. Created by the Spanish designer for Moroso, its petal pattern conjures images of lying on a bed of water lilies. Sensual bliss. www.moroso.it...
...used these occasions to abuse me verbally and to tell me I would be shot soon or kept at the detention house for the rest of my life. One morning, after coughing all night and being unable to sleep because of a headache, I could barely get out of bed. I asked for a doctor. The guard gave me two aspirin tablets and told me to drink plenty of water. I waited for the doctor, but he did not come. When I asked for him again, the guard said, ''The doctor has gone to the countryside to receive re-education...
...size of carrots. I prayed to God to help me recover the use of my hands. After a while, I tried to get up. But I had to stifle a cry of pain, for my feet could not support my body. I managed to haul myself up to the bed. My woolen socks were stuck to my feet with dried pus. When I succeeded in peeling the socks off with my numb and swollen fingers, I saw that my feet were also swollen to enormous size. Under each toe was a large blister. I could not take the socks completely...
...fall of 1971, a large bundle was deposited on the floor of my cell by a guard. After I had signed the receipt, I took the bundle to my bed and untied it. To my astonishment, I found the padded jacket, the fleece-lined winter coat, the two sweaters and the woolen underpants the Red Guards had allowed my daughter to keep after they looted our home in 1966. The padded jacket of navy blue woolen material lined with maroon silk was new in 1966, and it looked new now. With trembling hands, I picked up the white porcelain...
...tired that I could hardly stand. I asked the teacher for permission to rest. ''You may go to your daughter's room. She is an independent filmworker earning a salary. Her room is not included in our revolutionary action.'' In my daughter's room I lay down on her bed. Through the window I could see the faint light of dawn on the eastern horizon. When I woke, the sun was streaming into the room. I went to the kitchen and asked the cook to make coffee and toast. A pretty girl with two long plaits over her shoulders came...