I used to be Happy heRe

A house, many memories of someone who has lived here, who in time, people leave, but "things" stay, things that "witnessed" the experiences of someone who lived here, moments of sadness, moments of joy, of unhappiness, but also fleeting moments of happiness. In this place, the various religious figures comforted perhaps in moments of despair and distress the inhabitant of this old house. Perhaps he did not have a family, perhaps he lived in constant solitude, a chair alone, with no photographs of relatives anywhere, only the statues of saints, and Jesus Christ as company. But yet I feel I might have been happy here.