We stumble. We pack. We return to stumble, we go back to pack. Sometimes we stumble but do not even care. Before we know it, every day we stumble and pack up, again and again, parts of stories of love and wonderful imaginary trips. In them, the power of fantasy and endless dreams, live scattered over the entire house. They come from any supermarket shelf or high street store and immediately become part of everyday life of a child. Discovered by tearing the wrapping paper or simply when given in hand , they come to life. Some have been given a name, others have come with one. Some will be treated well, others less so. Dolls that will delight any child. Together they will make a sucessful team by creating love stories, friendship, monsters, pirates and happy marriages forever. Current adaptations to future experiences in a present under construction. There is no bedroom, living room, bathroom or kitchen that wont received these pieces of life. No matter the warnings that parents do, in a gentle or rougher way, however songs imported from school it never seems to work, nothing will make them stay in order. But what does it matter? nothing will make a house more beautiful than decorated with dolls and toys all together gathered with children sharing the same rest, when the evening runs long and quiet. These are suspended stories that will be resumed in the morning after. As much as parents do not want – because the time and rush to get to work doesn´t allow it – It is impossible not to have them side by side when they dress, when they take breakfast or when they wash their teeth. Some parents are lucky enough to take them to school. Those who stay in the empty house until they return, wait religiously to see them come back. These days are very much the same, similar to a gif in constant loop – Days that will turn into nostalgia, that will soon fly away; in a time that made them play and imagine a different world, a world which will soon be of their own…
