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This blog was meant to be about travel, but this morning I went to visit my grandparents, and I keep thinking about them.

Copia di me noni

I spied on them from the window of their kitchen. Grandma was reading the newspapers with her glasses on and a magnifier glass too. Grandpa spent about 5 minutes trying to put the handkerchief back into his pocket.

They have both lost most of their sight and hearing; their movements are slow, like those of a newborn, and in the same way they arouse empathy.

I remember I used to hide here in the afternoon, because my mum wouldn’t let me watch my favorite cartoon; grandma made the sweetest tea for me and served it with cookies, my mid-afternoon “merenda”.

I miss my grandpa’s strength and grandma’s talking, but now it’s my turn to give the love and protection I received.

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