Day 367 In Memoriam of His Gentle Smiles

And that strange feeling which cuts into one with the coldness in the shape of a feared blade of a knife: he died. And the silence followed and all one can remember is the gentleness and smiles of the person in the echoing word: suicide. And of course everyone was shocked and nobody suspected anything. And I set and chat and on the way home as the wheels of the bicycle sang on a continuous rhythm I was indeed still shocked. And still can’t believe, that we laughed so many times for so many years in those cool rooms of an old house, where I used to go as a guest taking cakes. And it will never happen again the same way.