...I remember the name of one of the twins, because her mother said to her: Sit down here, R. (No, I don't tell the full name.)

This year my physical condition has worsened. It is mostly just the rotator cuff syndrome and osteoarthritis in my hands and feet, so it is not dangerous, but these small pains even after a couple of ibuprofen pills still piss me off, and I ask myself: if others die at this age or a little later, why not me?

And it makes me think that after all I have found many good ("allegorical") ideas during the last couple of years: hopefully I still have enough time to get the story ready.

The graveyard was beautiful, June and all.