I sometimes experience a very weird feeling…I miss places I’ve never been to, I miss sensations I’ve never felt, I miss times I’ve never lived in. Nevertheless, this feeling combined with the typical “deja vu” are like salt and pepper to my everyday existence. So I can definitely say that I miss her. I miss her and the simple happiness we had back between the two wars, in that harsh winter in our mountain caban. I miss her.

The light of their eyes