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A drawer full of memories...
A drawer full of memories...
A drawer full of memories...
A drawer full of memories...
A drawer full of memories...
A drawer full of memories...
A drawer full of memories...

A drawer full of memories...

18 April 2012

Once a year I open the 'secret drawer. A drawer full of memories, to Gisèle Drieghe. Nothing sad or because my grand aunt, 'Ante Zelle', was not a drama queen. 

Each year I discover - through her letters and pictures - new things. And each year I'm sure we'd still be best friends. 

Aunt Z was no woman of her age. Born in `23, in a small village called Beervelde in East-Flanders, Belgium, she soon discovered life outside her village. Moved to Brussels, looked for and found the job of her life as a general secretary ( a real - Mad Men - Joan). Got her first Christian Dior's 'New Look' and discovered the trapezium dress years later. Bought a convertible, smoked a pack of cigarettes a day, and colored her lips bright red. She didn't like the village priest's catholicism. Travelled around the world with her friends. Read books by the dozen. Choose not to have kids, and married late. Kept on writing letters to her old friends. And it was she who told me that a well-placed fuck you to the priest and his surroundings didn't harm from time to time. 

See you next year, aunt Z!

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