As I ask what remains,
Half a year ago I passed some of my grandmother's items through my hands, helping my mother renovate her apartment. There wasn't much but there was a lot of substance. On another hand, it was remarkable how much there was. The scraps, just odds and ends, accumulated over a lifetime. A fantastic moment which generated many minutes of belly wrenching laughter, was the bottom item, a sign for a slippery surface and a warning "Do not run!" Why was it tucked away in the back of a drawer for years? Just amazing...
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