That day I could not already gather thoughts. Whole family went to the cemetery on my grave, and I tried to go through what I heard. "This is not his." And who? Shouted a question, but did not answer me. I decided that it's all like a bad nightmare. First, a compulsory death and existence in this strange state, and now this. With its very existence could begin accept this. Just as the death of Michel Jackson. But that of treason? Help! After what I wogole think, what I am here.
