As time goes by
My son and his daughter. Photograph probably taken by his wife. 19.10.2000
Family albums have always fascinated me.
I found some, in abandoned houses,
or in the garbage,
sometimes I'm shown one at the old people's home,
and I also keep looking at an album of my mother.
She was so young back then.
Of course she was.
It is written:
Dad Me, back when I was still a nice, good little girl.
1949, Szolnok
Just married, registry office
I knew them, just like a child knows his parents.
I knew them as Mom and Dad.
Mom had depressions and drank too much.
When I turned fifteen, she killed herself.
My dad went to work and made a point of being very bright. He liked to tell stories in which he was the great guy.
I grew up and left home.
My father and I argued a lot, finally I decide not to see him anymore.
After 13 years I got in touch with my father again. I didn´t want him go without saying good-bye.
Over the last few years my father slowly dwindled away.
Now it is too late to get to know him.
My father.
to be continued, step by step