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Memories of faces vaguely resemble their real life counterparts. Yet, they show emotions and the accumulation of moments in time. When I remember my father's face, features from his younger years and his old age are combined. A lifetime of events and features are compressed into a single frame.
I sit down with Omar as he draws people and places from my past.
And sometimes places are difficult to remember. I could never describe a map of the town where I spent my childhood. I could never acquire that bird ́s eye point of view that Omar wants me to describe.
I remembered a town that was always rainy, where crocodiles hid in the shadows and where the ruins of shattered homes guarded the sea. I couldn't remember the streets clearly. I couldn't remember the sea and the river as two separate bodies of water. And yet, back then I hoped this place could be found.