she remembers his stories.finally. after all the waiting.sacred dust where he would secretly hide.young friedrich.all these years. so many questions.his house. a homeluck. needed on numerous occasions. written by the one who betrayed him.she would not exist without her great-grandfather’s luck.she brought him food. every night.self-portrait as irene.going up into the attic. until the sister-in-law’s betrayal.