When I was growing up they would tell me how similar I am to him, how I am pronouncing the words or how I carry myself in this world. When it would be very late at night and everything was silent you could hear the cracking of the bones in our old wooden kitchen, my mother would come to me and say “That is my dad, your grandfather, he came to protect us”. My bones snap in the same way and every time they do I feel watched by him. I never met Branko but I heard he was a wise seller and a vary passionate person, he left me his analogue camera, my grandmother when giving it to me said “I cant believe it, he was right, he told me you would ask me for his proudest possession”. Now I am here walking this earth with my little companion always by my side!