I felt great sympathy for this man in torment,
perhaps the man was alive... but it turned out he wasn't.
hours later I discovered the title of this work "young Hitler"
Yesterday was a black day. We said goodbye to my sister-in-law.
She was taken away quite suddenly and she'll be missed.
The vicar spoke a lot of beautiful personal words about her.
What touched me most was the sunlight falling through the
stained glass windows, lightening up her coffin.
In the end a black butterfly was fluttering in the chapel.
Me and the kenderman aren't religious but we have been visiting
churches because of our interest for architecture.
In the past, during the holiday season, my parent used to drag me and my brother into churches.
But as a teenager I was interested in something completely different :-)