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First memory from my childhood is seeing my sister the first time. She was born the day before. I still see her lying beside my mother on the sofa. She was very small and in wrapped white cloths. My mother told me later the question I had on my disappointed face:

"Hoast de beim Haslinga kaft?
I was almost 3 years old.

Here she is on a later day with my brother and me.

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