It was winter holidays, a year had passed since Jonah had passed away, as he had been in a car accident due to alternatives in this Mandela district, Adam did not even consider him a friend, but still came to the grave.But why? Because no one goes there, neither Sarah, nor Jonah’s father, he shouldn’t care.. Adam sits in a small garden near the grave, smokes a cigarette and looks at the photo of Jonah on the grave "I will look into the faces of passersby.Hoping for something that will, for an instant,bring you back.." he muttered in a hoarse voice, examining the grave