Dear Irene, I didn't write to you last Christmas because of severe problems here. I have been writing to you today and just decided to search for your name. I had been hoping to visit you in your native habitat sometime. Too late. Love Tony To others; Irene and I worked together in a German school in 1972 to 1974. She used to like my story about my Jugoslav Head of P.E., Radivoje. Radivoje: Tony! What did you do over Whitsun. Me: I went to Paris. Radevoje: Tony! Did you go with a woman? Me: Yes Radevoje! I did ! Radevoje: Tony! Tell me about it! Me: She was a fifty-five year old Australian nun. Radevoje: Tony! You disappoint me! I wish all of Irene's many friends and relatives all the best.