There is such a good sad holiday - to visit the old people. Here all those who have gone to different homes will gather and visit those who are no longer coming. Here they show themselves and look at others. Here one can boast of successes and sympathize with losses. To tell an inspired lie about something so that it becomes the truth. Something to be shamefully silent so that it can be forgiven and forgotten forever. To learn many interesting things about your family, sometimes without wanting to. And when the tender magic of the family hearth fills the old house, very unusual guests may appear....
Benutzer, die gerade dieses Thema anschauen: 1 Gast/Gäste