MEMORIES
When I was much much yanger, on holidays we visited my grandparents who live out of the city. It always was a loud family meal with lots of food and songs. And then we went home. At that moments of parting, I always felt like if we took a weighty part of the fun with us, and left silence and loneliness for my grandmother. It seemed to me that this was exactly how the old age looks like. Now I don’t think so but this illustration is an image of my childhood perception.
