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Mexico, May 27, 1998


We moved to the new house yesterday. My mother called me and told me that Tante Grete, Omama’s only sister, died yesterday.


I came back from Vienna only two weeks ago. I took Tante Grete to the home to see Omama and took their photographs. We celebrated both their birthdays. My aunt had turned ninety and Omama eighty-eight. It was the

last time they saw each other.




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