Ithi’s older sister, Adrienne, married a Spanish-Russian journalist named Jose Chapiro and moved to Dresden, where she gave birth to a boy named Miguel. Almost forty years later, in 1962, that little boy become my father. He lived his entire adult life in Boston and died holding my hand at home at age eighty-nine. Eight years later, in 2020, Miguel Junger appeared in a trauma bay in Hyannis, Massachusetts, statistically smeared like Schrödinger’s cat between a state of being and nonbeing, inviting me to join him in the beyond.
