Saturday, 14 January 2017


My brother heads off to Holland tomorrow with his wife (because of her work). My sister hosts the farewell party. I bring my mother to attend it—“I would not have missed this for the world”. There, I learn on the quiet that an aunt is seriously ill. She does not have long to live. When she goes, Mum will be the last member alive of her tribe.

Hers is an interesting family who ended up on the wrong side in WW2. Someone wants to write a book about it. Mum showed me a Dutch newspaper clipping about his plan.

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