Granny’s house, the old and untouched neighborhood, always buzzing and full of life, the block’s blind cat… these are all I remember from my childhood. On the brink of turning 28, I miss those blurred and scattered memories. I have become a stroller in the alleys of this grand and grey city in search of what is now fading away.I long the colorful world of childhood and had decided to exhume the past.