It used to be a house full of fragrance. There used to be a municipal laundry on the ground floor. Two families lived on the upper floor. Laundry and medicinal herbs were dried on the attic. When I took pictures of this old house, I asked the girls who secretly smoke there if they knew it was a famous house. Out of decency, they replied that they knew of his fame. But they did not know what made this house famous. I told them I went to this house to see my grandmother. They laughed, and I was glad they might remember that this house was once beautiful and fragrant. He was full of life. Those who have decided the fate of this house will never reach to be remembered with love, as is remembered of this house.
mix of digital and analog photos (Nikon and Pentacon Six)