What I Learned from Taking Part in a Silent Dinner
<p>I am fascinated by public moments of silence to commemorate the dead. In Spain, it seems as if every other first-league football game starts with one. Shushing as many as 80,000 people, ready to cheer for their team with raw emotion, has always struck me as quite an accomplishment, and the resulting quiet — sporadically interrupted by hecklers or screaming babies — is riveting and disturbing at once. It’s an intense moment, a weighty void, in the maelstrom of time.</p>
<p>Notwithstanding my fascination with moments of silences, in general though, silence is not my forte. Worse, it freaks me out. I’m the one who keeps talking just to cover the unnerving pause in conversations, </p>
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