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I am often amazed at some coincidences, to tell her that does not ring true. This summer I posted

greetings to Mrs. Emma and today they are again talking about her.

As a child I was often at his home, and then even later, when I visited for the pleasure of drinking a coffee together. Then for a long time we said goodbye from the window, looking out her life spying on the neighborhood, the neighborhood and I attempt to open or close the shutters to go with the scooter.

If I was in the street and saw that there was much that could happen to call me with that little voice typical of grannies. I raised my eyes and I waved my hand and I saw her happy.

Today I passed and I met his nephew in the door, I waved and we stopped for a chat, and then asked me if I needed something more because the house is partially furnished and are unable to sell it. The big, old houses these days are out of business. The idea I liked, but did not have much time and so I handed the keys.

In the afternoon I went to look, the first thing I felt was getting the typical smell of old houses, I do not know how to explain it, but who has made us familiar with the case.

And then the empty the echo of empty houses or poorly furnished, large rooms where he was the sign of the furniture.

I went into the room to see where there was a mirror of Paris, wonderful bulldog-style empire that has left a mark of its passage, the two sister paintings of the grandparents of Mrs. Emma were the sides, marked the upholstery. I could not help but photograph to take away a piece of that fantastic story I had told Emma, \u200b\u200bas agreed and then I took some pieces of that terrible disaster. I'll take an old cabinet, which will be amended by a beautiful library-style '30s.

In the kitchen I found the CARAFFINI and strainer for tea, what we used in the afternoon I went by to visit and bring the pastry with apricot, and talked to my mother and she told me of my grandparents I had not known, and war and aunts when they were small. There are few objects, in which stumble daily and I will remember those hours spent together, and Mrs. Emma will be in my memories.

I went to the salon and I watched the delicate decoration of the ceilings, which mimics the palm trees, still beautifully preserved and perhaps never be able to review.

And then the details of that papier paint the late nineteenth century, reappeared under the sign of the mirror size and weight that was attached to the wall, and in this way preserve the original colors. Of course at that time had a very English taste. However I thought that if I were not living muterei almost nothing. Why these tears I find really fascinating about the past. We will come back a couple of times to remove the cabinet and perhaps to retrieve some other object. But even for giracchiare in empty rooms, where sometimes I see a clue, a nail, a shadow that reminds me of quando in quel luogo scorrevano le risate e la gioia.