My parents are cleaning out the old apartment in order to do it up later. I just checked with them if they had seen a box of letters and sadly I was told that they were torn out and thrown away.
I had kept a box of letters for over 15 years. Most of them had been received during my high school and university time. Sometimes they rose to view when I was looking for something else. Old memories and new findings stirred each time when I reread them.
Sometimes I think that when my life is close to the end, all I have may be only these letters, postcards and photos, etc, which recall what I have made along during my life journey. Now without these letters as my reminders, a big part of my memory lost.