Forty-seven today. Yanka, Lena Filaretova, and Katka kinda make up a single cluster in my mind. I think of one, the other two pop up. And I never even met Yanka. Only records. Lena touched so many people, I hardly knew her but she was so open-hearted, generous, kind, and so brilliant, the briefest of contacts was bound to leave a deep lasting impression. And Katka... Well she was special. Whatever unspoken rivalry may have been there, I never meant to cause her any pain but I did and for that I'll always be sorry. But I always admired her talent and her music. Besides, she was such an angel, there was no choice but fall in love with her.