‘As far as I remember...’ is a handmade book covered in grey cardboard. On the front side, apart from the title, there is an embossed field the size of a proof photo. That very field became the starting point for conversations, and my personal exploration of the history of a place where my father grew up. It wasn’t until I was 25 years old that I learnt what my grandfather looked like. In my house, we do not talk about the past, we rarely reminisce.