Just in my imagination

by Cristina Nuta - When I was a child, we used to spend a month every summer with my grandfather. He lived in a big old house near the coast. It was completely isolated. There was a house nearby, but no one lived there. The nearest village was about ten miles away. It was a terrible place for a holiday. There was no more to play with. Grandpa lived in an old farmhouse. There was an old...