ANNA

Naples. I was sitting in front of the house where I had spent most of my childhood. I couldn’t move at all and felt the time had stopped. The house was the same and yet so changed. The hourglass of time had passed over it, even so, in its minor details, it reminded me of a childhood that began beautifully and ended tragically. It had taken me back to the past, where I had a mother, a sister and a father. And even though I had never seen them, I knew they existed. A quiet life, ...