The Beginnings of Part 3

If I had not foreseen it, I would feel more.
More sadness.
And I would have picked up the phone in innocence to hear of my grandmother’s death on early Sunday afternoon.

Everything is fine because it was a fine day to die (even in Germany).
Thus these happenings (including the dying of greater saiga populations in Kazakhstan) contribute to an interesting forward movement in my mind.
A movement I had been waiting for.