I am the woman who always has the mountains on the couches.

My grandmother went from the village to the big city, graduated from the medical institute, did a dissertation, they and my grandfather got an apartment, raised my mother and took my dad to the same living area - he did not have his own. The grandmother had no time at home, she had bare walls and tons of clothes.

My mother cleaned and decorated the apartment all her life - all the restructuring and afterwards. I retired in the same position as I started.

I have shit at home. Because times have changed, and my parents have no money or connections. Now I do a career to ensure housing for myself (a grandmother’s apartment is nowhere), a decent old age for my parents and a little time to kiss my grandmother.

All are good. Look at the picture wider.