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Birth
London, February 1972
Marika was pacing up and down holding a piece of folded paper in her hand. She unfolded it and read it again:
Dear Marika,
Please forgive my writing and spelling errors. I am a simple woman and I haven’t written to anyone for a long time. I wanted to thank you again for hosting Nefeli and for helping her out. She so wanted to come to London to study, even though I thought that she was still too young to be so far away from her parents. I trust though that she is in really good hands with you.
I am enclosing a pashmina for you, some socks for Mario (I hope I am getting your husband’s name right) and a scarf for Nefeli. I knitted them all myself. I hope that you will like them and that they will keep you warm.
Tell Nefeli that I had a dream that she had
