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I almost did not know her, because for me she always has lived outside. The missing grandmother who appeared from time to time at the airport and called the day of my birthday. We did not talk too much but felt close, like a mountain you don't have to climb to know is there. Then I also left the country, but to a different place and never asked her how or why she immigrated. At the age of ninety-one in a town of New Jersey, she receives me. This is the story of our last meeting.
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Rosa, a fifty-five year old single woman, and Sabina, a Cuban girl of 25, are neighbors and share a rooftop terrace in the city. Two uprooted women. They haven't met but they share a lot in common, both having left their home and past behind.
