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Vienna, December 21, 1999


I arrived from Mexico yesterday. I went to the home to see Omama today. It’s Sunday. When I opened the door I saw her sitting in the shadows, her hair uncombed. She asked me, Who are you? Then she looked at my coat and smiled. I liked using that coat a lot, she said. I sat down beside her. She closed her eyes, as if asleep.


The nurses came in to lay her down. When I said good-bye she said: I want to go home.


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