Nostalgia : Heirloom Kris
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Until now, these krises are positioned in a special place, at my grandfather’s house. I don’t have the courage to touch it, moreover, to open the case and see the real look inside. Am I too coward?
You can see the photo of the true owner, my great-grandfather. He’s the one in the black and white photo.