When I visited my mother in, I stayed in the apartment of my grandmother. She died 3 years ago. Since then, nothing has changed in her apartment.
In the bedroom I discovered the 60s lamp, which reminded me of an ufo. The old wallpapers from the 70 are still on the walls. The furniture is still in its usual place. For years, even the two blue rags have been hanging in the bathroom. The little carpet in the kitchen is missing, the traces he left behind are clearly visible. The two massive wardrobes are like mute guards immovable in the bedroom.
Due to the immutability of the apartment for years, I can enjoy the memories that I spent there as a child and adolescent.