A postcard from Alzheimer:
” Look, do you see this picture on my wall? It is my mother. Her name is Maria. Guess how many children she had? 16! and only one girl!
I am the luckiest one. My brother went to the war instead of me and died the next day.
I am a lucky one. I came here and travelled all over, including Alaska!
Don’t worry about me, bella; I am going kuku; there is so much wind in my head…
Don’t worry about me, bella; I am a lucky one.”