I must say that we've been through a hell of a week.
Sometimes, I guess, you have to yield to what invests you and wait until the storm pass, but not in a passive way! In my native town, in the old quarters, there's a square where a battle took place and there's a building with a door with a tablet on top of it that says :«Frangar non flectar» (I break but I don't yield).
That's a say used by the Genovese people during the battle against Pisa (one of the four Sea Republics in Medieval and Renaissance times in Italy) meaning that the Genovese have rather died than been besieged by the Pisans. I don't know why I'm telling this story here, since it has very little to do with my behaviour towards what happened to us last week, though, I feel like to start the week with this story.
*photo 3: my dad (first on the left) in 1941
*photo 5: my mum (the girl with the bow)
HAVE A GOOD DAY!