Once I met my mother , who wept for joy , I kept to the spirit of the city cemetery . Before we had overcome the cemetery gate stopped got a huge bouquet of artificial flowers to a florist from the many that were several meters before the gate of the cemetery . Grave-digger who was greeted at the door , before a kamareje where visitors throw any money , I walked hand in my pocket and I threw some hulled for sevap . I kept my wife supports the spirit where I thought my angel was buried many years . Truth be told that some were confused cemetery appearance had changed completely . That I had very little sight resembled that of dikurshmen . I looked around for orientation : the reliquary busts anywhere expensive surrounded with iron railing painted with different paints . Dominant black . With tahminë went to the place that I remembered from years ago cut through giant coffin and once counted on the graves some one who had approached simply a name on a square concrete slab . There was my son's name . I walked a bit further , the same thing . It was broken and entered the next time that perhaps maybe I was wrong and ask useless there . Very few such graves with concrete slabs surrounding the eye could take . Even there I did not find anything . When my wife saw that not dealing became a dot find up bitterness. I reckoned saying we were going to Ghoul and will find very easily through the registry of the dead .
- Will the Lord and have such a registry ! - The woman calmed down .
I entered a hundred lek gravediggers and require prayed for my son's name in the register of burials .
- The more , brother , - he replied , - these records that I did not even have half the ballots . However , God will have luck and finds . What was the name of the boy ?