That’s what my eyes seem to be asking for.
The photo was taken in the late sixties, in the park close to our house. I don’t know who the photographer was. What I love in this picture is the general atmosphere. They seem close and happy, incredibly light-hearted. My mother’s gaze is mocking and ironic; my father looks proud of his family.
The only puzzled person it’s me! Maybe I had a premonition or I was simply hungry and tired.
My Unhappy Family 