Blurb:

In 2013, the next house to my father’s home was severely damaged by fire. It was the home of my uncle, he was living in what previously was my grandmother’s home – also a home I have wandered in and out of in my lifetime. The situation was the exact opposite from the home of my father. He left his things exactly as they were – as they were in a ‘live’ home. My uncle survived (barely), but lost his realm of things. His things were still recognizable, but useless … half-burned, stinking and damp. As a consequence, the telling from my uncle’s home are quite different.