One of my well preserved childhood memories tastes of a hot chocolate and a gaze dreamily attached to the calendar under the old wooden wall clock. It was a relic from my great-grandmother, and as a majestic pillar of time and space reminded of its presence every hour with a ding dong. That morning I dreamt to be older. Under the veil of naivity I was looking for freedom and madness in the perspective of my 16 year old self – magnificent and omnipotent as the beautiful grand-grandma’s clock. Nostalgically, I go back to that morning just to see the reflection of a mature woman in the mirror. One who…
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