Category: The book that was never meant to see the light

  • Some reflections on a life that was as long as it was brief

    Fragment from “The book that was never meant to see the light.”    One day, just like this one, and perhaps, like any other, Dora asked: “Tell me, Grandmother. Tell me, Ines. What do you see when you spend so much time, just sitting and gazing out from your balcony? “Oh, my sweet child…. How…