"From the body of the inn where she grew up, the memory"
She grew up in this inn that belonged to her family for three generations. She spent good, long years running through the corridors, resting in the shade of the big mango tree in the garden. But the city grew, the inn would be demolished to make room, and she wasn't able to take a single photo of what was left to commit to memory. So I decided to go there and try to register something that she could treasure as her memory.