Rock me baby
I can part with anything . Mine. In material terms. That what was my treasure. Memories. I got them for a whole tanker. From the matches with whom someone I loved used to light up his cigarette, to the napkin…
It’s not that doll!
Once I made a beautiful doll. The most beautiful. In fact, doll-installation. I wanted to give it to a friend. One of my sons said that I couldn’t give it to her, because she will break it. I did not…