I laid myself in the armchair. I directed my hand towards the radio but at last moment I took it back - I had to calm down and concentrate. [...] With a sudden slam I jumped down from my seat and I grabbed under the bed. I took out a slightly damaged box. My memories recalled. Each of the photos, every scrawl or even manually sewed teddy bear started to remind a world full of colours and contrasts. In one moment carelessness and joy disappeared and I was holding the last picture in my hand. It was the girl holding a candle. It was her. [...] I showed the pictures to my mom. Do you know her? She became silent and went back with her eyes. Yes, you too, her name was Judith. [...] I’m very sorry. I wanted to tell you when you get better a bit! Funeral is tomorrow...
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