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the remainder of the fall, what remains of memories, as if we left crumbs of bread to remind us of the way you came but the wind takes them, and autumn leaves that the wind blows, the floats and then fall desordenamante. it is as if the memories were so often in the head, messy, or is it a mess and makes wind down creating new random patterns. It also seems that as we age we remember most things that were more guarded, and forget things immediate or long ago. I can hardly remember the names of the characters of Harry Potter for example, but I remember things from my childhood. Yesterday I saw the film Persepolis made from Marjane Satrapi's books, but had already read the books I wanted, for some time, watch the movie and I loved it as much as the books, but at the same time made me even more sad moments and cry, cry a lot. the relationship you have with your grandmother, there are pictures as beautiful as when it tells us that every night the grandmother floated undressing jasmine flowers which was placed inside the bra. and his grandfather and uncles communists. I thought a lot about my grandfather. one thing was what happened in the former Soviet Union and Eastern Europe and another thing the old communist utopia before, who were just in countries where communists being communists was a crime, a bad word. these men and women had their life and heart into a utopia of which were convinced that it would be for a better world. My grandfather was a good man, upright, died and fallen after the berlin wall and never asked what he thought of all that, perhaps more so because it would have maybe a little heart broken to see what had become everything in which he believed. I think there is a huge difference between those who were Communists out of communist countries and the agent to whom he lived in them. who lived in communist countries have not lived a dream that also cost them jail, exile and sometimes life. so sometimes when I see a hammer and sickle or a picture of Marx I have mixed feelings because first of all I think of my grandfather and not on what systems were called communists. here in Europe can not really explain this, but I saw so clearly reflected in Persepolis, the children in the 70's and the illusion they had the greatest time for a better world was possible.

At the Beginning of this blog I wrote the texts in Inglés and English, now I translate less and less and I apologize to Those Who Do Not speak English. There Are Some Things, memories, That Are Just To Be Written in one language, as this post Above. as a small resume: it has to do with the film Persepolis and how it made me remember my grandfather, and the random Appearances of memories