Aging is ruthless. Under the cover of wrinkles, hump, veins on hands, it hides (still hides…) a soul, a young soul. Looking in my grandma’s eyes I see so many tales, so many stories and so much energy. But… aging has done its own thing. Being hidden, confined they step again into the borders of a bed. Here they once were born.
For J. & T.
Translated by Paulina Filipczyk