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In july 1970, when I was 3 months old, my parents, grandparents and I went on vacation. This picture shows my grandfather standing in front of the holiday house. I assume my father took the picture, from the other side of the street. The house still exists and today I went there to explore. The lower picture is me standing in the footsteps of my grandfather. We all know the world has changed a lot over the decades, but allow me to believe that time stands still for such a moment. Especially the tiny little unimportant but unchanged details in these two photographs give me a silent feeling of both happiness and melancholy.