I grew up with this around the corner market "Piata Flavia", and it was always a lot of fun to go there with the hope that maybe, this time, I can find that "golden fish", meaning something useful and as cheap as possible.
This is my grandmother, a divided soul between two worlds, between her two sons gone to find a purpose in their lives. My uncle was the first to leave the family nest, back then he had a rebel nature and couldn’t bare the communist regime