An after-image floats barely perceptible before the eyes. Too long looking at the photo of Pancho Villa. Sort of like that, an after-memory persists. From yesterday, but already fuzzy. Was even fuzzy in the moments after it happened. Somehow incomprehensible. How could've it happened like that? A voice unheard for over a decade but still so close? Appeared out of the blue. Ringing of the phone. That, itself, unusual. Phone mostly turned off. Or dead. But there it was. Ringing. Too quickly he jumped up to answer, irritation in his voice. Lousy connection. Kept yelling "hallo, HALLO!" Thought it was his middle sister. She usually sounded unclear. But suddenly a word ending, and his jaw fell. Did he hear right? Did it sound like "betta"? And again, "It's eLisabetta!". Oh! My! Goodness!