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It was spring of 1946, my grandfather received a package from Italy, the city where
born. When you open that package loaded with mystery,
found documents of their ancestors, letters never reached their destination;
personal possessions of their fathers, old photos of his descendants, and a black box with
handle and some small lenses coated holes.
It did not take long for one of his daughters, found out, that little box
was a camera. This daughter, many years later, became my mother. But
before that, he became the official photographer of the family. Thanks to her and that little box
Black, my family's past was recorded forever.
My grandparents, aunts and uncles tell their stories through the thousands of photographs that I keep
with me today. After that time has passed.
Emerged new and modern cameras, and that black box, was forgotten in
basement, along with other mementos of the past. In 1974, when I panned the objects
left by my grandfather, I found the old black box.
It was then that my mother revealed this story.
I became a photographer and thereafter. Today, that black box resting on a local
of honor in my studio. Every time I look at that old camera,
I have a feeling that she keeps, without revealing many secrets and mysteries in their
dark interior, plus the mystery of his own existence.
As for me and my family, the importance of photography to humanity,
was and is immeasurable.