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Sent: Thursday, 26 October 2000 12:06 PM
Dear Harald,

Before I read my Jonah, I need to thank you for your mail. Your card from Sardegna arrived here yesterday. Many thanks. The address was correct, amazing. Only the postcode was wrong. Your memory is better than mine. But that has nothing to do with my interrupted youth. I have always been a camel. At work once I had to ask a colleague for my own telephone number so that I could ring Hedwig. But now please explain .Why Sardinia? I thought that would be the last place on earth for a holiday! At least thats what we learned at school. But that was in the forties, maybe things have changed since then.

To your email. You are right, the Olympics was fantastic. And I thought it would be impossible to improve on the opening ceremony. But nothing doing. The closing ceremony was something one will never forget. And now we are back in the same atmosphere. Stadiums are filled. Mainly lots of kids, in huge numbers. I don’t know if they have to pay, probably not. They are probably transported there by bus by their schools. At least that’s what it looks like.

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So, dear Harald, go and sit on your verandah and enjoy the story, or at least pretend to!

Hedwig has not been in contact since the class reunion. Kind regards, also to Anne. Peter.