The ship was heading out to sea with her father on board. The rest of her family packed into a second story room at her aunt’s house near the water in Constantinople, leaning out the windows with sheets, hankies, and pillowcases, waving with all their strength until his ship disappeared from sight.

Amazing, the stories I get to hear, from people who have lived long ago and been around the world. Bits and pieces of their memories seem to have become my own- vivid, though secondhand.



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