Today Juni and I went to Weißensee cemetery. We found the family graves of the Seligsons. We saw blue-stained glass. We saw art nouveau ironwork and tumbled trees. We looked for Traute but couldn’t find her and Willi Caro but also couldn’t find him. We did, however, find Rika, huddled behind a grand corner mausoleum. The stone is modest. That she took her own life means no date is given, only her name and the grave number, equated in size. It was moving moment to find her grave and I wonder if to return on 8 August, the date of her death, to mark what the stone cannot













