Preetam Singh Singh من عند Dunbar, East Lothian, المملكة المتحدة
Unusual story about the bonding of hostages with each other and their terrorists. I wasn't relating to the characters until I came to a very poignant section where a Russian hostage professes his love to the captive opera singer. He gives it as a gift and she says he is too generous with his gifts. pg.221 Then Fyodorov shrugged, "Perhaps you are right. In another setting it would be ridiculous, too grand... But in this place I hear you sing everyday... What I feel in my heart is love. There is no point in my not telling you that. These people who detain us so pleasantly may decide to shoot us after all... And if that is the case, then why should I carry this love with me to the other world? Why not give to you what is yours?" "And what if there is nothing for me to give you?," she said. He shook his head. "What a thing to say, after all that you have given to me. But it is never about who has given what. That is not the way to think of gifts. This is not business we are conducting. Would I be pleased if you were to say you loved me as well? That what you wanted was to come to Russia to live with the Secretary of Commerce, attend state dinners, drink your coffee in my bed? A beautiful thought surely, but my wife would not be pleased. When you think of love you think as an American. You must think like a Russian. It is a more expansive view. I loved the story from this point on.