It was an extraordinary, heart moving event during which some of the audience thought they caught a glimpse of what was going on inside Eve's mind. Upon her return to the USA Eve wrote a moving open letter in which she eloquently if unconventionally expressed her personal account of that gathering.
At the beginning of her letter Eve, who has never spoken, anticipates the day she will speak, using lipwords as she calls them, as follows:
Open letter to Dilo Group No 2
Pending my imminent lipwords I must once more resort to printed words. Clad I feel knowing you in a new way now that we've met and seen who we all are.
Here are some further extracts:
Hungry I feel to taste more flavours of options on life's menu now that you've introduced me to some new ones. Hungry too, to try munching on some real tough oppositional ideas like facing various members of society our family included - who need to have their taste buds freshened after too many years of hoping to be nourished by stale options about who and why we are.Rats run mazes in cages and people run mazes in their heads and both get lost until they find hope in the shape of fellow maze runners who know their way. For some of you dolphins play the leading role in helping you find the way out. For me who haven't swim yet with a dolphin, you have quietly caused a revolution in my head.
In open letter No 3 she produced afterwards Eve described her encounters with the dolphins as "wonder dappled interlude between waking and sleeping ... Michael , Cathy and Frederich simply hauled me up and down off the boat as the lump I am, without complaint. Easy they made it look to dance around on the ocean floor."
Eve's letter No 3 was accompanied by a long poem. Here are some extracts from it.
Omnisciently they give me labels Measure me by textbook tables I am, they judge, a bit less than human Just another disabled woman Yes, I rock and roar in rage From emotions tightly caged I drag my body and my soul Bury my mind in my own black hole I gag on moods, greet with averted eye Those people who about me sigh with pity. I am lonely for another soul Who sees, hears, feels my goal For taming behaviour as loony as mine I plead with you, go on take your time And face the unfaceable Name the unnameable Open your doors to us, the unblameable.