S I S T E R

   She was born in 1924, and March 3rd is her birthday. She was with our parents at the selection. It wasn’t until November ’45 that there was any sign of life, from an uncle in Buenos Aires. Then she wrote me a letter in pencil. I still have the letter. You know, several years went by before I plucked up enough courage to read the letter again. It’s such a terrible document. My wife typed up the letter and a copy is now in the archives in Wesel. I wanted her to come to England, of course.
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