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I replied to her whenever I could, usually by e-mail, and from time to time, I sent her a photographic letter by postmail. Our exchanges were dense, attentive, complicit and full of freedom. But, I never questioned her about her private life.

Had she been married? Who was her family? Did she have children? What kind of life did she have in the United States? What were the reasons for leaving this country? I deliberately chose to ignore all this and never questioned her about it, so that I knew only what she wanted to tell me. However, there was no form of censorship between us, as we felt so close in spirit and sensitivity.


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