Ms. George-Stenger, for 18 years we have always met at Christmas time. We met for a terrible reason.
Yes, over Christmas 2004 I was on holiday in Thailand, in Khao Lak, with my husband Eberhard and my father. On Boxing Day, a Sunday morning, like other vacationers, we looked horrified at the sea, which had withdrawn so surreally far, at the wriggling fish, then this noisy wall of water. I instinctively clung to a palm tree in the flood waters, but was swept away. I thought that was it.
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