We all have a biography. Documented in photographs. Raw material for memories. But what is truth? Most of this photographs are cliches. Most of those pictures lock like theaterplay. To find my personal truth, I started overdrawing all this family documents. I jumped straight in forgotten feelings, I found myself back in early years. First I reacted unconsciously with searching lines, then I changed my perception modus and started writing essential words. What dense moments. Past and future become one, live become meaning, a breeze of eternity.