I am asking myself when will I receive most of the things that belonged to my grandparents’ world. Impeccable parquet floors. If we could see through this wall…
She (my grandmother) is giving me small things, things that I can carry. I never imagined that I might have so much in my life, but I want everything now.
My Mother is well looked after.
It is a city with old architecture, grey-blue, which is getting older, but was ordered, opulent in the past.
Very strong and heavy, but then somewhere there was an earthquake. There are lots of people, lots of young people, is it Brazil? Is it a poor country? Is it Mexico? The university? Is it Chile? I can see all this.
Sunday 22.10.06, Moens.