As I'm writing this in Taiwan, my Belgian godmother is showing her apartment to visitors who might be interested in buying it. I feel really bad about it as I grew up with her, and her late husband, my godfather, who died several years back. I used to come here every wednesday afternoon to study. She would help me with my homework.
Time has passed. She's now living alone, in this peculiar out of time bourgeois apartment. She said to me "I don't care anymore, I have nobody, it's too big, and I can't walk properly..."
While she said those words, I projected myself and saw my room filled with "modern" gizmos, toys, computer, and imagined that one day, it will look obsolete through another one's eye.
I wish I could buy her apartment and make something out of it... But mostly, I really hope she's kidding about planning to live in a 12 meter square senior home...