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ALEXANDRU SALCEANU
After years of absence, I returned to my home country to be beside my grandmother in her last moments of life. While on the plane I imagined being back in that sacred space of childhood.
Through her suffering and pain, my grandmother looked at me and smiled. The love radiating from her face triggered the comfort I was accustomed to, yet she often forgot who I was. Death impatiently waited for her, but she refused to let go until my departure.
