48 for my mother. And I remember 7 years old, and my mom 29, it’s the reverse count, then I didn’t think about it. And she, in the summer, in a blue dress in flowers, holds me by the hand, and we go through the sunny yard, and I know that I have a very beautiful mother, and I am happy madly, and proud. That is all. Such a bright memory from 1979. Mommy in a summer dress, the sun that shines through the leaves of huge topols, and just happiness.