One day, quite unexpectedly for myself, I bought a cake in a neighboring bakery and took it to the ruins of the hospital, where I already spent most of my time. I also bought candles for the cake, which immediately made it look prettier. I knew that there was no one to share a meal with me, I knew that ghosts do not celebrate their birthdays or death days, but I just wanted to do something good for them, show them that their lives were important, that memory about them will not disappear along with the inscriptions that the wind slowly erased from their tombstones.
With this cake, I seemed to want to tell them: no matter how painful your life and sad death was, I am glad that I met and go...