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We bought an old house in the mountains. The house was packed full of traces from somebody’s life. All through the summer we were going through dust soaked, tightly sucked into each other things: stuff like beds, cupboards, pots and clothing. We dumped everything from the terrace down onto the lawn. Whatever was left intact we saved. From the rotten remains of a wooden cupboard a bunch of photographs spilled out: a young man on a white horse, two girls in polka dot dresses, and a group of soldiers...

I collected these photos and called the relatives offering them the chance to come back and retrieve them. They refused. I thought of getting rid of the photos but I just couldn’t do it. So, I cleaned them up, I sorted them out, and I invented stories for them. Thus I kind of gave them a second chance at life. Owning them is now a little less of a burden for me.