When I was reading the diary, I did not understand how time passed, it got darker and the stars started to shine in the sky. He put the diary on the seat next to him and started looking around.
He got out of the car and wanted to walk around the cemetery once more. Since it was not pitch black, he could see his surroundings, where he stepped. He approached with solemn steps towards an enchanted grave. How did he know that this tomb was enchanted? Actually, he didn't know anything like that, he was born into it. Burned his lighter and read the name written on the tombstone. Not his last name, but his name was the same as his father's. His father came to his mind, that commanding tough-tempered, reckless, amiable man. For a while, when he was a child, he imitated the man who was his father and made a lot of effort to be like him. Of course it couldn't. At that time, he felt desperate for his destiny, which he thought would not change.
It broke with a whim, a high-pitched voice rose. He turned where the sound was coming from, and approached the tree a few yards away, sneaking but calmly. There was a unique expression in his gaze. He couldn't see anything, he was depressed. Perhaps the voice he heard came from within, it could have been from his crushing conscience.
Slowly as the darkness was falling, a frail man came across him, wearing ragged trousers and shoes. Drunk or crazy? With a bag in his hand, he stopped next to the grave of a recently buried dead, left the bag in his hand and walked away. More precisely, this is not going to be called go, it disappeared after a few steps. Could this man be the owner of the diary? He wondered what was in the bag he had left, he would go and look. He left, but there was no bag. Yet he was so sure of what he saw. He didn't even want to think about the possibility of being wrong. He began to fear, a warmth spread from his neck to his waist. He got out of the cemetery and got into the car. It was getting dark soon. He could not go anywhere after this time, and the ban on going out would begin soon because of the corona. He could sleep in the car, threw his hand to the back, took his coat, draped over it, laid down the seat. As the sun went down, the weather had become cold, they started the engine and turned on the heater; but the heater was blowing cold. It would have to wait until the engine was warmed up. Well, he would wait; For now, his coat would protect him from the cold.
Several hours passed, he was still awake. In the rearview mirror he saw a car coming from behind. He had been here for hours, and not a single car had passed this way. It was an old truck. He passed away at a low speed, making clattering noises.
Five minutes later he saw the flashing siren light of a vehicle on the opposite side. It must have been an official car, or it could have been a strobe light worn by an unfamiliar person. There have been so many vehicles recently fitted with strobe lights that even violated the hazard lanes as if they had transitional advantages.
This was not from them. Two gendarmes got out of the vehicle standing in the lane on the side of the car. When someone illuminated the interior of the car with a flashlight in his hand, he had to open the door.
-Hello, uncle, he said.
He was angry at being addressed in this way.
-What uncle? Not uncle, gentleman, sir! Said.
This statement also made the gendarmerie angry.
- Okay so be it, sir. But right now you are violating a ban.
-Which is it forbidden that I violated?
- You walk around without a mask.
Why should I wear a mask when no one is around?
-Also, it is forbidden to go out at this time. You should have been at your house. So we will write you a penalty?
-I don't have a house here. Since I can't find a hotel or a hostel in the town, I wait in the car until the ban ends.
There is a hostel in the town four or five kilometers away. Go there, stay.
-I am a stranger around here, I do not know how to go to that town.
-Then, let's take you there. When you go to the hostel, ask if there is a problem or not, and inform us about the situation. We will wait until we get an answer from you.
-OK thanks.
The gendarmerie vehicle started to drive into the town in the front and behind. Most of the town's lights were out, there were no people on the road, but there was a cat and a few dogs.
Even though the street seemed empty when they came to the other town, there were two middle-aged men a little ahead. When the gendarmerie stood next to them, he thought he would write a penalty, but it was not written. They were just warned. They turned into a street from the main street, after thirty to forty meters, they stopped in front of the two-storey building with "24 Pension" on its illuminated sign.
He got out of the car and rang the bell of the hostel and waited. The door did not open. He pressed the bell once more and waited. No incoming or outgoing. He tried his luck once more. At the third, the door opened and he entered. She was a lady who ran the hostel. She asked if there was a vacancy. There was, the daily rate including breakfast was eighty lira. He was asked how long he would stay. It's only night for now, but the decision was not final, it would be clear tomorrow.
He went out and thanked the gendarmerie, pulled the car into the parking lot behind the hostel, took his belongings and entered through the open door of the hostel. His room was upstairs, the breakfast room was downstairs, breakfast would be ready at eight o'clock in the morning, breakfast could be had until ten o'clock.
She realized that she forgot to take the diary while putting her things in. If she had the diary with her, she could spend time reading here. She took off her pajamas, turned off the light, lay down on the bed. He started thinking about what he was going through today. It had been a day when he faced interesting events. His mind was wandering to his daily subject. Was it correct? Though he did not believe in the soul or anything, he did not accept that there could be such a place as the afterlife. So, in the corner of your mind, "I wonder if what is written in the diary is correct?" Why was there a question? He started thinking about death, making inferences.
“No living creature can overcome death, nor can it fend off it. The elixir of immortality has never been and will never be. Nature does not allow the potion of immortality to exist; If he gives, he has committed suicide. There will be deaths so that new creatures may come to the world“.
“When you die, will the soul leave the body and migrate to another world? So what's this new world like? Is it as the religions tell or is it different, or is there no such world? “
I could not sleep. He got out of bed, opened the window and looked outside. He saw nothing but a car parked on the street, lighted streetlights and low-rise houses with dim lights. He also tried to look up at the sky, it was amazing! For a while, he watched this scene in admiration and awe. Star lights piercing through the dark, the lovely moon looking at the world with a smile, occasional shooting stars, that is, meteorites that enter the atmosphere and burn, and the refreshing darkness. The last sight relaxed him, he began to yawn, a little cold, he closed the window and lay on the bed, pulled the duvet over him. He fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up in the morning, he saw that it was half past nine. She washed her hands and face in the sink and went downstairs. The hostess said "Good morning" to the lady and sat at the table to have breakfast. The lady brought the breakfast items in a tray and placed them on the table; of course there was tea.
She had a little chat with the lady over breakfast, because she was wondering if she was comfortable at night. Her eyes sparkled with joy when She said she had been asleep without a sound. He was the only customer of the hostel that day, corona cases reduced the number of customers a lot. She said she wanted to stay one more night and paid the fee immediately, she finished her breakfast and went to her room. She wanted to linger for a few hours and then go to the cemetery once more.
God is good