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I did what she was asking me and she opened her left fist, which she had closed all the
               time. Something fell in my hand that in a first moment I could not distinguish. Was a brilliant
               object and while I examined it I was hearing amazed:


                      –This  is  what  Kurt  gave  to  you  the  night  of  1947.  I  took  it  while  you  were  sleeping
               fearing that you could lose it playing and I kept it in my jeweller. With the pass of the years it
               was difficult to give it to you, because you’d have asked explanations that we could not have
               given  you. He  wanted  to  give  you  a  gift  in  that  moment,  but  he  had  not  brought  anything
               because he ignored that to have a nephew. He remained unmarried when he saw you, and he
               felt moved and said that, as he had no children, you’d be, his only nephew, who had to keep it.

                      I was looking amazed the Iron Cross with Swastikas and Oak Leaves that I had in my
               hands and I was wondering how an Officer who never fought obtained the highest honour that
               Germany gave to reward acts of heroism and courage.

                      –See you soon mother –I saluted through the window of the car–. Don’t worry, that I’ll
               be prudent. Say bye again to Dad and Katalina. Bye. Bye.

                      I started the car and some minutes later I was in the route.




               Chapter IX



                      I stopped in the Service Station of Cerrillos to charge to refuel and I seized the moment
               to look the card with the address of Uncle Kurt again. It was incredible that a relative who I
               thought to be deceased 35 years ago be so near and in great conditions. I read again:

                                                 Sr. Cerino Sanguedolce
                                             Calle Fray Mamerto Esquiú 95
                                          Santa María - Province of Catamarca



                      –Sir? –The man of the petrol station interrupted me.


                      –Fill the tank with especial naphtha please; Oh Check the lubricant oil… –I said.

                      My  abrupt  departure  not  allowed  my  Mother  to  give  me  enough  information  about
               Uncle Kurt. Now started to appear the queries because I didn’t know if he had married, or he
               had children and grandchildren, what he was doing…


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