“Weave me, if you may, because you are free.” – Swarna
When I was small I lived in a big, old house. My grandmother told me that it was almost hundred years old. I often asked myself, if she really meant 100,or was it 90, 94 or 99! She said that the father of the father of my father made the house. I do not remember his name, I never saw him, even in photos.
Anyway, it was a grand house with thick, cold walls, and a spare room that nobody
entered. I always believed that the house had some chests full of treasure and suspected that they were hidden in that particular room – rather a garret. Everyday when my parents left for their own offices, it was my time for the treasure hunt.