Chapter 1… My poor broken down worlds
When I think of my grandfather and his influence, profoundly imprinted on me by his passage through my life, memories of my broken toys come to my mind. Those damaged playmates of my early years, which life had ravished and invariably ended in his delicate hands searching for help. It was enough that he saw me walking towards him, possibly carrying one of my knick knacks or a broken down toy, for him to drop everything on the spot, in that same instant, and no matter what, rush to my aid.
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