Night of 1 to 2 Oct. 68
corrected and continued
the night of 3 to 4 Oct.
I used to (so) love to watch my father wash his hands. such is [With / accompanied by] his jacket, the lap of his pants, his moustache like that also of the fabric and shape of his jacket etc. and the insertion (the fringe) of the hairs of his beard and moustache into the skin of his cheeks, it's one of the most precise (and precious) memories that [I have / to be] incessantly left of him (in my memory)*
I would observe with admiration (and love) that way he would soap and rinse his dear hands. I must now try to describe that.
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* Could memory then be defined as: the place where memories are found (rather than their collection)? Resemblance and difference between memory and a museum (or a library).
