The visit. This is our Lolas house. It’s been up for not that long yet. Life here is in slower pace, as slow as when she talks about the past. As slow as when her talks get to now, from WWII. As slow as when she walks from edge to edge of her house. As slow as how she chew her food. I love her place! Coz I pick fresh fruits, if there are. I’m amazed and still don’t know science as to why her dirty kitchen’s smoke always going up and not going other else where. Of course, also simply because it’s #lolasHouse. https://www.instagram.com/p/CHb7A4HgMZG/?igshid=8xw3ij7jjdos












