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  • When my grandmother died, I found a box with some love-letters from his father Piero (my great-grandfather) to her mother Ines (my great-grandmother), before and after being engaged and married.
    Among those fragile and yellowed sheets of paper, there is ALL: kindness, elegance, love, passion, promises, war, friendship... life.

    Reading those letters, was like looking through a telescope, into the light and darkness of the past.

    That ink has become the blood of my grandmother, my mother, my sister... and mine.
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