The presence of the past has always been very strong in my life. As a child, the past of my parents. Now, my own past. I have learned that who you are in the present is a consequence of who you once were. Not always accepting this, I decided to escape this idea and build my present day by day. Nevertheless, the past always recurred and while becoming an adult I felt the need to face such stirring events in my life.
I gave them a shape so that my mind could finally store them as memories
and not as weaknesses.