Not long ago my mom told me a story. We used to live in a house of my paternal grandparents and one day mom found little porcelain toys in an attic. She said to my grandmom: “These are surely for Pina to play with.” Grandmom answered harshly: “No, these toys are for some other relatives, not for Pina.”
By coincidence I met these people who had received these toys. Gathering the data for my family tree I asked my aunt to arrange a meeting this summer with some relatives that were unknown to me and to my father. I met a daughter of my grandmom’s cousin and her two sons who are about my age. I wonder what they really thought of us – some strange relatives from the city visiting them. I guess they have a happy and satisfying life. At least it seems so.