Today I was looking at old photos of my grandparents. I saw my grandfather in a black leather overalls, my hands shook and tears came to me. I remembered the love story of our elders. At the age of 20, my grandmother and her friends decided to see the future with the help of a mirror. When it was the grandmother’s turn, she said, she saw a man in a black overalls, got scared and left the task. A couple of months later, walking down the street, he saw a tall man in a black overalls and was scared, but he came over to meet her: he was my grandfather. Soon he had to do military service and, when he said goodbye, he told my grandmother: “If you wait for me, I will return and marry you.” And she waited for him.
