The house where my family lives was built in 1905. The first occupants of that house were my grand grandparents. My grandfather lived there since 1915. He liked this house and took are of its condition, so it was always clean and tidy. When the World War I began, my grandfather had to leave the town. He worked in a factory. When the war ended, my grandpa came back home, but unfortunately the house wasn't the same. It was neglected and ruined. My grandfather had the house renovated in 1925 and then it looked much better. As it was in the willed of the town, a salesman opened a small shop on the first floor. At hat tome my grandfather was an affluent man and he was doing very well: he even had a radio and one of the first TV sets. He couldn't complain. In 1935 he got married to my grandmother. Their lives changed a lot when the World War II began. They were forced to leave almost every room in the house and work in the office of German officer. His office was located in the cellar. There was also the Gestapo office. The German soldiers didn't take care of the building and soon it become to be dirty, but when the war was over everything changed. My grandparents renovated the house and the family enlarged, because my father was born in 1949. My father grew up in that house and he also loved him. In 1978 my father got married to my mother. Then I was born. By the time I was born, the building was over 80 years old. We live still here with my grandparents. I always like that house, because it created the history.
