Memoirs are defined in literature as texts that cover the whole or certain parts of personal life and are written to express the observations of these periods. His memory, which can be confused with autobiography, is distinguished from it by the importance it gives to external events. In addition to the personal life impressions, the external dimensions of these impressions are also widely included in the memoir. Isn’t it our personal life impressions that make life life?
How many memories we accumulate from childhood to our maturity years. Moving or spring cleaning brings us those unique memories. Sometimes a plastic yellow duck from childhood, sometimes a high school album takes us back to the past. Dozens of memories accumulate in the corners of our homes. We can’t kill them, we hide them in those old things. Of course, there are also memories that we cannot understand. We drop them as junk. These memories, which carry memories that we cannot understand, immediately find value on the street. How ironic isn’t it? Memories that are not valuable to us become valuable to someone else.
Many abandoned memories gathered on the street set out to collect memories in someone else’s life. An old radio, sometimes a painting or a camera finds value in foreign hands. A market of memories is set up everywhere. This market of memories is established in every continent, in every country, in every city and even in every neighborhood. We’re talking about flea markets, of course. While flea markets are just a livelihood for some, it is a life purpose for others. It is actually a sacred duty to collect old items and entrust these old items from one life to another. Of course, these markets are not only a material gain or a moral value, but actually these flea markets are natural recycling areas.
Flea markets are often visited for pleasure. It gives us pleasure to see and examine many things we have not seen or things that have left traces on us in a period of our lives. In fact, flea market walking videos on social media get a lot of views. Do only those who enjoy visit flea markets? Of course not… the memory hunters are also quite plentiful. After looking at an old plastic wall clock for hours, the memory hunters see that no one can see that clock and buy the clock. They restore that clock, heal it and bring the memories inside the clock to the present day and bring them back to life.
So where is the natural recycling of these flea markets? It is right in the heart of the market! Let’s say you need a bicycle for your child. You need a classic plastic red children’s tricycle. The easiest way to get this bike, as we all know very well, is to go to a store or browse the internet and buy it. The second method is to ask acquaintances immediately. The third and most enjoyable way is to go to a flea market, spend hours there with your child and fill your heart with memories, satisfying your child’s curiosity and buying an old plastic bike from the market. Conclusion! You have recycled a bicycle. Who knows, maybe that bike belonged to a famous politician or a very famous artist before. Who knows what memories are on that bike? Moreover, you bought these memories very, very cheaply and all that remains is to enjoy this bike.
Preferences determine our life… our life is our memories… We wish you to collect good memories…