Looking through a trunk full of memories we often find a photo that makes us stop in time and takes us into a space, distant but close where memories begin to flow through our mind, leaving us with a feeling of longing, as if we were missing something while we gain back our past. Sometimes the look of a character of an unknown portrait reminds us of that friend we never had or the brother who left us to early, or maybe it is the smile of a baby with deep eyes eyes who makes us think of all those other children who in our world live struggling to survive. Other times, the photos are nothing more than fuzzy landscapes or reflections of the daily life of people with whom we shared a moment connected with_in our space, because we understand that even though we will never see them again, distance in time has brought them to our unconsciousness making them part of us forever. To exist, you have to be, and to be is not to forget. This trunk of mine of memories stays with me forever.