One day I was in the shopping center when suddenly a old man stopped me and began to talk with me. He explained to me when he was in the 2nd mundial war. He explained that he suffered a lot and he lost all his family in the concentration field and he was alone. He always has wanted to know his grandaughter who borned while he was in the war. The old man said me that if he had could come back for know his grandaughter and be with his family he would have walked quilometres and quilometres untill he found his family and return to be together.
The story move me and then I explained that I wished have known my grandfather who desappeared in the war.
When we said good bye he said to me his name and that name was the same as my grandfather! And his story coincided with my grandfather's story. After it, I have never seen him untill today. For a moment I thought that he was my grandfather... I don't know maybe he was my grandfather...
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