A few minutes after Father Gregórii left, Aunt Nadia Nazimov knocked and entered the room. She came to say good-bye, but she said many of the same things Father Gregórii did, complaining about the worry I had caused Mother during the occupation of Belgrade and how Father had been searching for me. I did not even respond. I felt I was back in Belgrade during the occupation, hearing the harangues of the dour-faced Russians who always filled the house at Yaintse. It was getting late. I just wanted to go to bed, get up early, and leave Munich.
In the morning I stopped at Doctor Shernadze’s office to thank him for everything and to say good-bye, then left the hospital and took the trolley back to the Munich Rail Station. I never returned to visit Father’s grave. The memory of those two days of his funeral, Father Gregórii, and Aunt Nadia would always remain just too emotional!
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