An old family album is filled with mental links to the past: letters, photographs, texts … It is an attempt at reconstruction. Bringing back the past by means of the present. But how much truth is there? And how much utopia is reflected in it? Because memory is a mixture of truth and decorative accessories. The greater the temporal and spatial distance, the more the truth content is reduced to a sediment. What remains is the essential – a metaphor about time and space: childhood and home.
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