Dear Aunt Phyll - teacher, friend, mum! I can not postpone anymore writing to you. How are you? I believe you are still working hard, which you must not do always, to safeguard the ideals for which centuries of strugglers stood up for. I also hope therefore that you have time for yourself, friends, the immediate family and the family of nations that you made during exile. I am alive, more confused about life than any other time but always optimistic!