40 years ago, tram 65 in Vienna. She was tall, had long straight blonde hair tied back, a preppy grey skirt and blazer. Newsweek under her arm. She must be American, I thought, or work for Newsweek.40 years ago, Copenhagen airport. She was not tall, wore a maxi-length coat and a foxy fur hat. The colours were pumpkin sunshine. „Are you going to Helsinki?“ I asked. She nodded.
39 years ago, Vienna Prater. Walking the dog. „This is my friend,“ she said. The tall blonde smiled. „She´s going back with us to Helsinki.“
Helsinki, Geneva, Vienna. Chunks of our lives, now memories.
