The little girl that lost her mother in the war. She went to the orphanage in order to survive. In the courtyard of the orphanage mother painted with chalk and curled in her lap, like when she was a fetus. Took off her shoes, as if he stepped something sacred, proving that love is the most sacred our site.
“On the late afternoon streets, everyone hurries along, going about their own business. Who is the person walking in front of you on the rain-drenched sidewalk? He is covered with an umbrella, and all you can see is a dark coat and the shoes striking the puddles."~Vera Nazarian