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All the time I think of our relatives and am curious to know what has happened to them, and what has befallen those whom I think are still at home. I think not only of those living but also of the dead. Nobody visits the cemetery. I envy the dead, who are at least spared the sufferings. I often think of grandmother and the aunts, and, if I were to receive news from them, this would calm my worries.