When a not very steep ramp reduced the speed of the vehicle, it was loaded with the gas of the Suziki Vitara, which had been carrying it here and there for twenty-three years; Although he thought he was going to be pushed forward as when he first bought it, he did not expect it. The jeep grunted at first, then made hoarse noises. "Don't push me too hard, or I'll stop!" it seemed to say. Though he had never made such a mistake until now, it would still be unclear. It was easy to say that the kilometer hour was three hundred six thousand eight hundred and seventeen. Even if he said "I'm not going anymore, look after yourself," he was right. While holding the steering wheel with his left hand, he patted the part of the vehicle with his right hand. "Okay, I got it. Sorry, it won't happen again, I'll never force you. " he said and began to slowly touch the gas.
The road led into a small town. He could spend the night in this town that looks like a cute place. If a hotel can find at least a hostel, of course. He would try his luck. The road was narrow. He had to run aside as a truck was passing by. Fortunately, vehicle traffic was very low. While watching the surroundings on the one hand, he was trying to pay attention to the road on the other. The slightest mistake could cause it to roll into the stockade.
To the left is an official building (perhaps a school) with a lot of trees and flagpoles in its garden, a derelict house to be demolished a little ahead of it (it must be empty) because no one would dare to sit in such a building. The houses on the right are a little better than the other, all in a small garden. There are children playing on the road and in the gardens. The adult people he sees are all male, none of them female. So this is a neighborhood inhabited by poor people, almost abandoned to their fate outside the town.
When several floors and well-kept buildings appeared, he realized that he had come to the center of the town, or at least approached. Markets, cafes, Pos, cash machine, butcher, bakery and a small park... The street was expanding here, the vehicles were parked on the right and left. He found a suitable parking spot for Suziki and approached. He stepped on the brake and stopped, closed the open left window, shifted the gear to P, pulled the handbrake, turned off the ignition and got out of the vehicle.
A large dog with lop-eared ears, standing right next to the park door, gave him an unfriendly glance. He walked on it, even though the dog took two steps back, he had no intention of running away. He smiled at the dog, “Hello, don't be afraid, you won't be hurt by me. If you want, we can even be friends. " said. The dog replied, waving its tail as if understanding, and the hostile expression on its face had disappeared. He moved towards the place in the park and entered. It was a tiny place. There were only two tables and seven or eight chairs. Steam from the tea stove created haze on the glass. There was no one else inside but him, and a little later, when a 16-year-old looking at the place came and asked if he had a desire:
-I'll have a cup of tea, and I'd like a mixed toast, if available.
-Brother, we don't have toast, but if you want, I can bring bagel, bagel, donut or something from the oven.
-Then, buy a bagel, a snack, we bother, he said. The young man was intent on going to get just what he wanted:
-Ha, can you also buy those triangular cheeses? He said, but the young man came out without any reply. He doubted whether he understood what he wanted last for him.
When the young man brought what he wanted after a few minutes, he saw that there was also the triangular cheese. He ate the bagel, flatbread, cheese and tea. He also ordered a cappuccino coffee. While the cooker prepares the young coffee:
-Is there a hotel here? He asked.
-No, uncle.
- A hostel or something?
-There's no room.
-I thought of spending the night here.
Coffee arrived and took mineral water with him. Although it was still a few hours before it got dark, he had to find a place where he could spend the night. He stood up, paid the bill, and went out with quick steps. There were people sitting on several of the benches in the garden of the park, all men; They were looking at him, and his gaze was curious as they realized he was a stranger.
As soon as he got out of the park, he met the same dog, waiting for him ... This time he did not just wag his tail, he rubbed his head against his feet, followed him. When he came to Suziki, he saw that the dog was still after him. He wanted to offer him something, looked around, there was a market across the road. He stopped getting in the car and moved to the side of the market. He noticed that the raindrops were beginning to fall, he looked at the sky; It did not look like it was going to rain. These must have been a few droplets falling from a passing cloud. He entered the market and bought a pack of sausages and a pack of salami. The dog had never left the car, he ate the food in a matter of minutes. He became even more cute when his belly was full, fidgeting, nodding, moving his tail. Maybe he was dancing.
He patted the dog's head several times and got into his car. He moved, in the rearview mirror, he saw the dog looking from behind the car ...
Since he could not find a place to stay here, he should have gone somewhere else. He sped Suziki up a little, soon he went out of town. When he came to the cemetery, he stopped on the right side road, got out of the car and surrounded it.
There was a great view on the left. It was a hill and covered with trees down there, where there was a bay right where the trees ended, two motors in the bay and birds diving into the deep blue sea.
He entered the cemetery on the right. It was small, there were only a few built graves, the soil above most of the others was scattered. The cemetery, surrounded by a meter-high wall, was full of trees, and the ground was covered with grass. It looked a lot of trees on the hill next to the wall behind the road and a little rocky further ahead.
He wanted to see this place closer, but he was hesitant. Should it go up or down? He made his decision not to go to the sea side. It began to come down the hill, went well and stopped; the slope was continuing. It stopped because this descent also had an upswing. You may be told to go back and climb the slope. To whom? Yourself. When he came to the car, sweat was running down his forehead.
A person who survived so many times and came to this day would not give up in the face of a few minor problems. There was nothing worse about climbing a little hill. He also wanted to see the rocks rising behind the cemetery up close. He was going to see him even though he was tired. He went up, climbed, panting again. He noticed a cavity that was blocked by the brush but large enough for a person to enter. Could it be the home of an animal like a bear or something? It could not be, it was as if the twigs had been put by man. He approached, pulled the brush aside, entered. When he went from light to dark his eyes could not see anything. The pitch black frightened him a little too. Though he was wondering whether to go out, he encouraged himself and stayed there. He took the lighter out of his pocket and lit it, it brightened a little. It was a few meters in size and a high ceiling. He held the light of the lighter towards the rustling sound under his feet; they were leaves and pieces of newspaper. He passed the lighter light to the right and left, saw a large object a little ahead, approached; it looked like a bed. There was no pillow, but a crumpled blanket. Next to it, he saw a half-burned candle and two unburned candles on a large stone. He put the fire of the lighter on the half-burned candle and lit it, and it became even brighter. He turned off the well-warmed lighter, took the lighted candle in his hand and started to examine the surroundings. He could see nothing inside but the bed; Maybe somebody was using this place, maybe even lying, but there was neither a pillow nor a duvet. He would soon realize that he was wrong to think there was nothing else. Because there was a notebook by the bed. He picked it up, brought it closer to the candle, it was medium thickness, and saw the headline written in capital letters on the first page, and read it: THE DIARY OF A DEAD.
He shuffled the pages to see if there was any other writing in the notebook, there was.
He came out of the cave, came to the side of the car, opened the door, turned on the lamp above his head to get inside and see the writings better, and started reading the diary.