I had a wonderful dream this night. I can barely remember what happened but I was with my grandmother. She died 6 years ago. I could see her perfectly, her voice, she was so close. I somehow managed to visualize her as I am trying every day in daylight but memory vanishes. It might be the most painful, your memory becomes photographs, existing photographs but your inner photos vanish, doesn’t matter how hard you try to keep them. Maybe it’s the work of time that heals all wounds but I’d prefer to keep this wound open and to be able to remember her so clearly as I could see her this night in my dreams. She was a great person. This is the only photo not from Argentina but of my ongoing personal project that I started on my last trip to Germany about my grandparents, World War II and memories. I thought it was the only photo possible for the feeling I have this cloudy morning in Buenos Aires. This is Sarah Pabst @_sarahpabst_ for @burndiary showing you a little bit of my life here in Argentina.