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The answer is obvious, of course. I’m mixing things up. Dreams do mix things up. The first thing that strikes me when I meet Aida is how much like her mother she looked. And Christine, her mother, is ill. She may well be dead by now. The same applies to Aida’s aunt. Both of them could well be dead, even though it is only a couple of weeks since I was talking to them. Aida’s face is there, out in the mist. She comes very close to me.

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