Vienna, June 27, 1999
For the first time in four years I came to Vienna with my mother and Sarya to take one last photograph of the four generations for the book. Yesterday, my mother and I walked through the park and took pictures. Then we went to the Chinese restaurant that she likes. She wanted to know why I am making the book, why are you doing something so aggressive towards me? she asked. However, for the first time she said she is willing to read it. I’ve learned from you that everyone has their own version of the story. What will Sarya’s be of Vienna? she said to me as we were walking to the subway.