When I was 44 and thought about life and what seemed important to me in all the past years, I realised that from the outside I lived a completely different life than my mother. We are same that we collect photos from our life and stick them into albums.

I requested her to search through her photo album and choose from each year a photo adding a note to it. I did the same. Then we put the photos together and the texts, too. My mother is always on the left (except the above) and has the written the first text. Her name is Erna and she named me Nana, which is little similar. She is born 1940 and me 1963, so there is a gap of 23 years between us.

2 x 44 years = 2 women’s life