At home I have an old trunk.
was my grandmother, the one that was her dowry when it is married and moved in with my grandfather.
During the war, this trunk was buried in order to save from possible looting household linen. Buried in the trunk were the embroidered sheets, tablecloths more valuable.
After the war was disotterrato the trunk, the laundry was a bit 'tainted but saves. One of those pillowcases are in my closet.
grandmother died 15 years ago.
I look at the old trunk that has experienced so many stories that no one can tell me. And I
drops a tear.
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