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Birth certificate.
And the whole life in between.
Death certificate.
Nothing.
Never.
No more.
It is here that she was born.
The apartment on the ground floor, where she has spent 17 years.
She got out by that door...
She used to run to the park by that street...
Nothing special.
The usual whirl of events.
School.
University.
Work.
Graduate school.
Family.
Her national passport.
She has got a new travel passport just two weeks before her death...
And now, the last document.
