It was while we were at the Hutsul wedding, in the beautiful Carpathian mountains, that a phone call came to say that relatives (until now unknown to me) were on their way from Ivankivtsi to our hotel. I have just said goodnight to them after a couple of hours of much wildly animated communication, none of it in a shared language. Overwhelming and kind of sweetly exciting. Wish, wish, wish.
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Can’t wait to hear more. What a thrilling encounter for you, Theresa.
I wish I could write more now but screen is too small for aging eyes and fingers. But I’m overwhelmed, delighted. Exact relationships are still a puzzle but I think we’ll solve it!