We only have their names left…
I didn’t see my grandparents. No one of them. Neither on my mother’s, nor on my father’s side. None of them took me on their laps, kissed me, ...
One hundred years after. The life goes on, daddy…
Time is what makes us look back, go deeper into the details of the past, peering under a microscope or, conversely, trying to see it through binoculars. How oft...
