My mother has died. Her name was Maria. I discover among the objects left by my mother hundreds of photographs: of my maternal grandfather, of my great-aunt, of my parents. Together with my brother, we will have to reflect on our memory, ...See moreMy mother has died. Her name was Maria. I discover among the objects left by my mother hundreds of photographs: of my maternal grandfather, of my great-aunt, of my parents. Together with my brother, we will have to reflect on our memory, which is also collective, and on what we have preserved and lost. Written by
Raúl Martín Solera
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