Main character of this story is my grandfather. All pictures were created in the village where he lived, on one of my summer visits. Two weeks after I left my parents found him dead in his house. Looking back I realized that I managed to capture the moment of our very last goodbye. This story was made up of frames which were taken when we lived together in his house and right after his death, on the same film. The next time I saw his face was only after these photos were developed – a month after his death. In retrospect it was when we said our final farewell.
This narrative story contained in itself the whole drama of life of a 84-year-old widower man. It is a very personal experience of the loss of a loved one. This "document from the private archive" which recorded the image of a loved one as a keepsake, becomes "reinforcements to our senses" (Susan Sontag), documentary proof of existence that do not allow face of a person's which passed away to disappear from our memory .