Memory is something magical, that deceives and helps, that we need and that sometimes we would like to do without.
Photographs help us remember, the older the more distant those memories seem to us, even if they are fresh in our minds. We can remember Kennedy, the constant images help us, just like the myths of cinema, even if we weren't even contemporaries. But images like those of the Egyptian birds that were painted thousands of years ago and continue to fascinate; television series like Mazinger Z, present in the subconscious of those of us who lived through those years. Black and white images to which we put color. that float, a mixture of what we remember and what we invent.
