Sad letters

It is night. A man is writing a letter to his daughter. The ink flow on the white pages, time goes by quickly, too quickly. Almost impossible to distinguish hours and days, as if that letter... Read allIt is night. A man is writing a letter to his daughter. The ink flow on the white pages, time goes by quickly, too quickly. Almost impossible to distinguish hours and days, as if that letter is written for months or even years. He is alone, abandoned by his family, by her above a... Read allIt is night. A man is writing a letter to his daughter. The ink flow on the white pages, time goes by quickly, too quickly. Almost impossible to distinguish hours and days, as if that letter is written for months or even years. He is alone, abandoned by his family, by her above all...