Epilogue of “Good Morning Morning”, written by Hugo
Today, November 11, 2021, my heart weeps. Because yesterday, on the day that I turned seventy-four, I got the feeling that a name had been slumbering in me – or rather in us – for a while. Yesterday, on the day we celebrated that we had grown a bit older together, the unspeakable was suddenly said. Yesterday, November 10, it became clear that the memories in Nicole’s head will fade forever, that they will disappear into the mists of the passing time. Science made it clear yesterday that what we previously sensed has become reality.
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