My father, everyone mentions how I resemble him.
He died before Mara, my daughter, came into this world.
Everytime I go to him I take Mara with me to tell her stories abot him, to tell her that he existed, that he still is in me therefore in her.
Mara,sometimes, thinks of him but the only way she is a granddaughter to him is through the journey from the old house to his grave. The street, the alley, the church, his grave are the only memories that she has of him.
Tata, toti imi spun ca ii seman.
A murit inainte ca Mara sa se nasca.
Cand ma duc catre el o iau pe Mara cu mine ca sa ii povestesc despre el, sa ii spun ca a fost, ca inca mai este in mine si prin mine in ea.
Mara, uneori, se gandeste la el insa singurul mod prin care ea ii este nepoata il repreinta calatoria dinspre casa batraneasca spre mormant. Strada, ulita, biserica, mormantul lui sunt singurele amintiri pe care le are cu el.