This is my grandparents’ house, the only place in my life that didn’t change from my birth up until the death of my grandmother who passed away at the age of 103, in May 2015. In June 2015 the house was sold. From one day to the next it vanished. I spent the last hours of the home with my father, waiting for movers in silence. When they came, they emptied it quickly and it was gone.