Oblivio: Stories and such by Michael Barrish

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Memory | Sep 24 2005

In S’s hometown, Zell am See, she showed me the place, high in the mountains, where her father crashed his two-seater plane and died. A plaque was nailed to a tree.

Later, together with her mother, we hiked through the same mountains, picking mushrooms. S taught me which ones are edible. I have a photo from that day that shows me holding a mushroom I’ve just picked, S’s mother by my side. Over her right shoulder, far below us, you can see the town and the lake.