From Mémo

I hope you return to your native land
Where everyone should be
See if you can get in touch with your cousins
Despite the fact that they abandoned me
Live a good life
Don’t let the bastards grind you down

To Mémo

I will be back there soon
As I celebrated four decades around the sun
I am in touch with one of your children
The damage you did will live after you
I will do my best
Unfortunately, you became one of the bastards you warned us of