Sassenach (Outlander) (№ 357741)

It is strange that stores our memory: individual images and the feelings that we remember for many years. Like the day when I realized that I have never had their own vases. I just haven't lived anywhere long enough to get this simple thing. But at that moment I more than anything wanted to have their own vase. It happened on Tuesday afternoon, six months after the end of the war. Eventually, the day ended in the most bloody and terrible war in human history, was erased from my memory. But I to the smallest details remember the day when I saw in the window of the life that I had.