Time transforms the idea one has about a place. And about people. The school that looked gigantic has, in fact, only 15 small rooms, an improvised gym and a tiny cafeteria. The dool house wasn’t bigger than the fold out book, in the corner of the room. Patricia’s mother is not named “Patricia’s mum”, she actually has a name. And, our friend, who we lost contact long time ago, is now only the father of “Maria”, our nephew’s little friend.
Text and photography by Luisa Santos