Some fill their dwellings with objects and, by the time their lives are coming to the end, turn their houses into museums. But I, having turned another family's house into a museum, was now - by the presence of my bed, my room, my very self - trying to turn it back into a house. What could be more beautiful than to spend one's nights surrounded by objects connecting one to his deepest sentimental attachments and memories!
Some fill their dwellings with objects and, by the time their lives are coming to the end, turn their houses into museums. But I, having turned another family's house into a museum, was now - by the presence of my bed, my room, my very self - trying to turn it back into a house. What could be more beautiful than to spend one's nights surrounded by objects connecting one to his deepest sentimental attachments and memories!