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July 2013, vol 9, no 2

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J. Zimmerman


In the end, would it have been better if I had not gone to Communist Romania for her? But I was unable to sit and wait for my mother's extrication after her stroke. Her right side paralysed, she could only crawl, as perhaps one day I shall. Foreigners found her. They checked her insurance and when her address said "Penthouse, Palace Building" seem to have mistaken her for a slumming distant cousin of the Queen Mum. Not knowing that our movie houses were called Picture Palaces. And that she lived in one.

flicker of light
before the Revolution
her lopsided grin