I’ve always knew our house is pretty old. Even in our hands it became young again, I knew it has an interesting life behind its walls and stories from the past.
I’ve always knew there were people who were born there, who probably died. And today I’ve found it.
Our house is 119 years old and it will be 120 next year, in March the 21st.
I am sure now that I’m gonna see it differently. With great respect, admiration and love. Especially that it has such a “life experience”, it was “born” in the times when Transylvania was not even a part of Romania (1895) and it was a piece of Habsburgic Empire. And most of all it managed to go through 2 world wars and communist times.