Looking at his mother's mother's father, who now goes by Tata. Fascination without prompting, I found him here in the morning. When I imagine his thought process my own childhood revisits me, memories long forgotten flash past, open closed doors. Ancestral memories seep out of bones, across electric storms over blood-red seas.
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The picture is of Tata, my granfather, when he was in the army during WWII. So technically, it would be of "his mother's mother's father..."
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