Odums reads Viktor’s letter and goes to visit his granny.

‘Gran, my friend Viktor from Latgale wants to find out if you know Jēkabs and Sarmīte Pūrmalis.’ Odums asks Granny.

‘Pūrmalis… Unfortunately I don’t remember that name,’ says Odums’ granny, Paulīne.

‘Who were they?’

‘Viktor’s wife’s grandmother’s brother and his wife. During the war they went to America, just like your family,’ Odums explains. ‘Viktor wrote that Jēkabs and Sarmīte had a daughter, Mārīte.’

‘Mārīte? I had a friend called Mārīte at the DP camp,’ Granny says. ‘Perhaps that was her?’

‘Perhaps! Do you have her address?’

‘Yes, I do! We still send each other cards at Christmas!’

‘How wonderful!’ Odums is delighted. He copies down the address.

‘By the way, I’m going to go to Latgale!’ Odums kisses his grandmother on the cheek and is off.

‘Ah, youth…’ grey-haired Granny smiles.