This was not in a country where Masonry was much appreciated and the sales people did a lot of money. In fact, this was a country where carpentry is one of the lowest forms of occupation and enter the sales was not a very good idea because people would not be easy to carry out their wallets to enjoy the few comforts that money can buy. These were hard times but somehow, this woman became a good woman who had a big heart. 

He was born in the worst possible time. It was at the time of the second war that shook the world was at its peak. He was born at a time when people do well in hiding, or had to submit to the invaders as soon as they met one or face instant death. He was stripped of his audience and his speech at a very young age still had a very sharp intellect that enabled him to make the best of any situation and making friends, even among the strangest people. 

Becoming a life of poverty means learning to appreciate more simple pleasures that life could bring. Growing up in poverty meant they knew how to be grateful for every blessing, no matter how small. Growing up in poverty taught him to be humble enough to know that there are things beyond your control. 

Growing up deaf and dumb did not feel inferior to anyone. In fact, his inability to hear what kept safe from the harsh words can cause. Growing up deaf and mute control does not preclude their potential. Growing up deaf and dumb did not think the things he can not do. I could not hear, but I could understand the human heart. He could not speak, but he knew how to express what I felt.

She worked in the photography studio of his uncle. It’s like a time when image quality is not measured in megapixels. Every time someone took a picture, someone had to go there to turn that image into an image embedded in a piece of paper, allowing them to carry a piece of concrete of an important memory. 

He loved to take pictures. In any journey can forget everything else, but the camera would always be with him. It was on a trip to see and capture the beauty of the land where once was born and raised. The moment the camera stopped working, he knew it was time to have their pictures, memories, embedded in the role it can carry back with him to show his family and friends. 

It was just another day in the studio for her. And then a man entered the store and gave him a piece of film. The man did not speak so I thought it should be one of the tourists who do not know the native language the same way as it does with all parts of the movie to find her, she took it and placed it in the container where be developed films were kept safely and politely asked for the man to fill the necessary forms. 

He knew what he meant the woman when she handed him a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote his name and address. He would have stopped there, but there was something special about this woman. Therefore, trying as best he could without being able to speak or hear, tried to achieve a dialogue of the best she could. 

It was just a day for the rest of the world, but it was the start of something special for these two people. This was the beginning of how the paths of a simple woman and an exceptional man he met and joined into one. This was the beginning I was.