Those are the words at the top of the page: I am starting again, reading a bundle of photocopies of 1930s newsletters in German, in Gothic print - an emotional experience, delving into what is both precious and fertile. I am writing a reconstruction of the past, something to be examined and understood.
About twenty years ago, I visited an old lady who was a therapist and she said to me, Last year at this time you were also depressed - what is it about November that upsets you so much?
At that time I did not know, but now I am sure.
I must follow up on that little CD too.
I am unable to read anything else now.