Tales of Ithaca

When I sent a letter to dr. Farkic about a month ago, I wasn't expecting any kind of reply. So when she called me to say that yes, I was indeed correct about the connections I had made, I freaked out. We agreed to meet and today was the day of our encounter at a little cafe in Charlottenburg. I didn't quite know what to expect beforehand. For these past few weeks every time I would pass an older person on the S Bahn in Charlottenburg I would think "Maybe this is Michael." I was nervous they would not be so welcoming or that they would think I want money or part of the inheritance. I walked into the cafe and, to my surprise, the whole family was there. Michael reminds me so much of Alice. I think it may be the demeanor, I'm not sure. So many dots were connected today. They showed me pictures. I had never seen a picture of Moscha before. He was a man of very strict routine. He would wake up in the morning, go take the dog for a walk and smoke his cigar (sinc