Tati Ruth

  • I’ve told you before and I repeat now, because it seems not to understand. “No,” said Tati Ruth doubtfully, – is that I always had the certainty that my mother was more interested in medicine than I am. My father through his writing, he was always at home and although I attend a babysitter whenever I needed it could go running to their study. Walt Dohrn usually is spot on. I knew he interrupted his work to meet my demands. Always.

    Without exception. I never said a Vete, now I’m busy. Talk more tardea or at least I do not remember. But my mother was always at the hospital and when I returned, I no longer remember which was what I wanted to ask. Also many times I was sure that she was not interested in answering my questions. “Tati,” said Ruth gently, a “we used to talk over an hour with your mother on the phone once a week and you know that three quarters we occupied the time or more? -. “No,” said Tati a “I should know? “In speaking of our children,” said Ruth, gently. – Just say hello to us, the question of one or the other was a they do not know who did or said he or she ahoraa y then we mentioned who was responsible for formulating the question and what he had done. And of course it was all nonsense as I can see my eyes today with mature woman. But to us it seemed a miracle.