Six Generations of First Born Women

As I sit next to Otto's bed, letting his last words sink in, Margit and Harlow come into the room, both with very young children. Otto reaches out and takes one of them into bed with him. His true genius comes out in dealing with children. It's like watching a wizard at work. He looks up and says... Sign in to see full entry.

Before I left the painting studio I stuck my head around the door to Otto's bedroom. He's still in bed, there is a lot of activity in his room. Some TV people are coming to interview him regarding the fight to keep the highway from running past Friedrichshof. He smiles at me and says I can come in... Sign in to see full entry.

Back in the lunch room, it's the first I'd seen Erika since we both got up this morning. She is sitting between Flo and Zocki, across the table from Franz List and me. He is leading the family discussion in Teresa's absence. The subject is the artist Andy Warhol. Otto thinks he is great, perhaps the... Sign in to see full entry.

Up at the crack of 10 a.m. (I'd set my alarm for 7.) Tried running again. The wind was pretty strong. At least it had stopped snowing. Erika had gone off to the flea market. I debated going to the sauna. A moment of shyness comes over me, but as I was coming back from my run, a stark naked man comes... Sign in to see full entry.

It's 2 a.m. and two incidents are pushing on my brain, demanding that I put them to paper. If I don't write now the onrushing day will take over and they will be forgotten. First, Erika reconstructed our arrival, which occurred a week ago. She reminded me how Otto had hugged and squeezed and swooped... Sign in to see full entry.