This inherited memory is full of love - in the background a letter, written from the front line by my grandfather to my grandmother, written in German - language my grandparents loved, even though when writing the letter my grandfather knew it has little chances to get through the Soviet censorship. There is also their love of their daughter, who in turn loved her only toy in the scarce post-war years. And at the bottom of the artwork itself there is the love that I have for my family and its memories.
