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An early bird just whispered to me another friend from youngster days arrives in town tomorrow.  Somehow I do not manage to keep in touch over the distance after she migrated to France five or four [?] years ago. Allthough since our last meeting last year, when I came to see her son the second time, I even have her email adress.

Little Lucien the first time I saw him was a baby. Last fall then I joined them to a local Kindertheater production about a rainbow fish’ s adventures who masters all kinds of odds and scary encounters in order to get a healing plant for his fish friend’s gastro enteritis who had eaten too much yammie plants.

That was a one of a kind fun with the singer and her son. ☺

When we hooked up it turned out she is into anthropology also. I asked for her reasons to come back to where we grew up. And she came up with a wonderful story. She said, when her sons began to draw as children do, and drew the sun with a moustache, (“..of course– el sol!”) [die Sonne], she thought she wants them to also know where she comes from. Her spanish anthropology teacher, she added, who had lived in Japan for some time with her family, did understand her well. Her children have done red suns.

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