Picture of the past…

Inevitably, we always look behind. Because the future is unknown and sometimes it scares us, and the present may not like us. And we look back, cling to memories we were happy about. It’s wrong to stay anched in the past, to live thinking only of what it was, but it’s very good if you […]

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…continuation…

On the way to that cursed house, the phone rang again …my father had died …  Now when I write, that feeling pressed me again … I remained like a stone tin, I couldn’t think of anything … it hurt … it burned … I didn’t know what I had … we didn’t react with […]

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