When friendship is apart, love has exhausted itself and the finest thread that tied people is torn – then their paths diverge, and each goes his own way in life. But the man is so arranged that in a difficult moment he again and again raises from the bottom of his memory and neatly stacks the fragments of memories of those who were nearby many years ago, giving light and warmth. About those whose role in his fate has already been played.
How many works of art are saturated with great longing for friends and relatives, lost sight of. How much we are drawn to people whose memory lives in the heart, but whose fate “after us” we don’t know … We cherish our memories for warming our souls and giving the past a touch of mystery. Continue reading