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Every time I stand by his gravestone I ask him the same thing, no I don’t ask him, I beg him, I beg of him to return to me, and every time nothing happens. What could happen? He is dead and the only things which are left for me are an empty flat and a cold stone. A stone can’t answer me, a flat can’t comfort me. It is not a surprise that I feel like I have fallen into a nightmare.