Few week ago, I received an email from a young woman. She just experienced
a strange coincidence. While she was walking in the streets of a city she did not know,
her attention was attracted by a big old dilapidated building. A panel in front
of the entrance announced its imminent destruction.

 

She spent a long time trying to see the crumbling walls behind the creeping vegetation
and guessing who were the inhabitants of these place. In front of the garden,
she wondered about the feeling of the last person who closed the gate.

 

The next day she had family lunch, and she tell her story. Her mother, surprised,
explained that their family once lived in a large house in the area.
She did some research and found out that the inhabitants of the building
were her own great-grandparents.