I Am a Writer…

… but this site is about a house. Am I more than a short-time guest in this old house, which has seen hundreds of humans who considered themselves owners, who thought my house, our house and the house was there and saw them carried out in coffins, or not coming back from wars, moving in young and full of hope, and then old and alone climbing the stairs, fearing the day when they couldn’t climb anymore?

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