I took this sofa from my grandparents house, just before it was destroyed. Now I have a piece of them, a piece of the spirit of the house I loved so much. It is 90 or even older. Fira, my grandmother got it as a gift. I covered it with royal red fabric that suits it’s nobility much more than the original cover.
As a child I remember myself lying at it’s feet, nowadays when I sit on it I can almost hear the rattle sound of coffee mugs and plates in that endless living room, always filed with family and friends.