October 2015, Vaslui
The father goes to the market to buy some pears. He returns with some cheese. He also brings flowers for the mother, which end up in a beautiful vase with no water in. The father eats a slice of cake, which the daughter prepared the night before – a pear and chocolate cake. The pears got sliced and topped up with some cream – all buried deep inside the heart of the cake. That’s why the father couldn’t find any left at the market. They were all gone, lost between sweet layers of memory. That’s how time flies, taking our selves with it.