Still surrounded by barbed wire, guards in the watch towers, I wake up to a new reality, the Nazis could not take away my freedom...
Although still inside the death camp I realize that although my body had been prisoner to the Nazis, nothing separates me from the Universe above. I lay nacked on my back and interface with Venus, Jupiter, the sun and the moon.
Margaret Kohel Evans invites her mother's grandchildren to a delightful visit with their grandmother, sharing charming memories of her across eighteen life themes.
This book has been eight years in the making. It is mostly a jumble of thoughts written down in old spiral notebooks and hidden in the bottom drawer underneath various manuals for software packages and hardware long since turned obsolete.
