An older relative's scrapbooking hobby - a German war past. It all comes to a head here and is wrapped in family emotions - of a younger family member ignorant of the past and wanting to know and the older ones refusing to explain.
I like the sense of family - really of any family - of any past tragedy. I wish this were not just one long stanza though - it makes it difficult to read/process what is being said.
Favorite line: "this record that bites and scalds my hands"
