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He examines each passport, carefully, often looking back at Stella, as though to check and compare the photo images. Then he says, "How am I to know that these are not fakes?" "Well, just look at how the paper has aged on some of them", she says. "And how am I to know if that is you in all the photos. Could anyone here be your mother, grandmother...great grand mother?" "Except for one little detail", she says, showing him the left side of her face. Her forefinger moves to a curious little black mark, like a mole, shaped like teardrop. "Look carefully at each passport photo...Okay, what do you see?" "It is the same mark. And you mean to tell me that that is you, in every one of these photos, and that you haven't aged one single bit in almost ninety years." "Nor have I aged one single day since the last time I had your distinguished colleague over my knee in my house by the canal in Amsterdam more than twenty years ago, spanking the shit out of his flabby white ass..."