I have only very few photographs left from my childhood. I remember we had a metal box full of miscellaneous photographs but I don’t know what happened to them when my grandparents passed away. The box had the image of Mona Lisa on the lid.
In this photo I am sitting with our German shepherd called Turo. He did not live for many years and I remember my Grandmother say that someone poisoned him with rat poison, out of envy. I have a vague memory of the day when he died, everyone cried. I was also told that he protected me against strangers, and particularly on one of my solitary walking trips with the destination of “Egypt”. It was just a couple of kilometers away from home, an area in which I had seen pyramid shaped enormous piles of stones right next to a steel factory.