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monologue filled the air. I almost had no chance to intervene. But there was no point in that - she asked and answered the questions herself. It was clear - they predicted that one day someone from the past would appear at their door, and that surprise was me.
When four of us finished the breakfast, Julia, full of infinite vivacity cleared the table, grabbed the child that had crawled in front of me and rushed to the bath to take care of his sticky hands. My grannie slowly approached the fire place pointing at each photo with shivering explanation of the view.‘
Saturday, December 15th, 1962
The smell of freshly baked buns awakened me. Finally. I took a box and went downstairs. All were already there. Tom was there too. Everyone‘s eyes slipped down to the box put on the table. The granny gasped when stretching her hand towards the top of the box.
The last time I saw this box was in... 1939 when... World War II began.‘
The granny stopped with a thoughtful expression on her face. After an awkward silence Julia seemed the most determined person to discover the mystery of the box as soon as possible.