
As I was walking there I got a phone call from Greta saying her baby had been born an hour before. A daughter. Greta held the phone to the baby and I heard her cries. I wept and laughed alternately there on a Zürich street corner as I listened to new-baby cries from the other side of the world.
By the time I got to the Museum and looked at their collection of Swiss masks I was grinning just like the mask above.

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