The Story of a Picture
In this photography I was three years old. I'm next to my aunt, although she can't tell herself well, due to a cup of coffee that has spilled into the photo. It's strange because I don't remember what his face was like back then, I don't know if she was smiling or she was sad. As far as I'm concerned, I clearly don't look happy, I look a little uncomfortable and angry. This picture is strange because in the background you can see two ladies with a kind of medical apron, however, this contrasts with the toy car I'm sitting in. I have no idea who took this picture, possibly someone unknown took it out as a favor and now it has gone into oblivion. This image conveys to me an enormous anxiety, I cannot recognize myself. The spots that have spoiled the photography look like a bacterium that is devouring my aunt and my memory. After all, only my body remains frozen in an uncomfortable pose and with an indifferent l...