Il viaggio è stato lungo, come sempre, ma avevo una storia meravigliosa a tenermi compagnia. La storia di Patti e Robert.
"It was the summer Coltrane died. The summer of Crystal Ship. Flower children raised their empty arms and China exploded the H-bomb. Jimmy Hendrix set his guitar in flames in Monterey. AM radio played Old Billy Joe. There were riots in Newark, Milwaukee, and Detroit. It was the summer of Elvira Madigan, the summer of love. And in this shifting, inhospitable atmosphere, a chance encounter changed the course of my life.
It was the summer I met Robert Mapplethorpe."
"There are many stories I could yet write about Robert, about us. But this is the story I have told. It is the one he wished me to tell and I have kept my promise. We were as Hansel and Gretel and we ventured out into the black forest of the world. There were temptations and witches and demons we never dreamed of and there was splendour we only partially imagined. No one could speak for these two young people nor tell with any truth of their days and nights together. Only Robert and I could tell it. Our story, as he called it. And, having gone, he left the task to me to tell it to you."