Somebody at the geriatric put his wool cap in the washing machine, and of course, it shrank. I was happy to find this cap for Alito recently at a Feria Americana. It fits perfectly. I tried it on, and he chuckled because it doesn’t fit my head. I went to see him yesterday afternoon and was told that I can’t enter the geriatric home to visit him. What a shock that was after visiting three or four times weekly for two years. If I can’t convince his power of attorney Amanda to move Alito to another facility, I won’t see him again. The owners are only concerned with running a business, not giving care and medical attention to the elderly. I bring him to the window for fresh air and sunshine where he does some exercises before we walk and dance together. I’m a firm believer that if you don’t use it, you lose it. Too many of the 36 residents spend their days and nights in bed or tied to a wheel chair. I want to keep Alito active so he’s not one of them. Many in the milongas ask me about Alito, so I’ve shared the latest news that the owners of the geriatric no longer allow me to enter for visits. This has turned my attention to finding his daughter Sandra Veronica Candamil. Several years ago I found a site that searches for information for a very small fee. It was worth a try, so I entered her name and DNI which is easy to find on the internet. I paid the 30 pesos for the service and a few hours later I had some information. I was totally surprised to see an address for her in the city, only 14 blocks from where I live and on the same street. The apartment number isn’t correct according to the door bells, but I went to ring a few. No one answered. Later I found the building janitor’s phone number on the internet and called him. If anyone knew her, he would. No luck again. He didn’t recognize the last name. Back to square one and more searching.
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