The cemetery

A sculpture of an angel contemplates on front a big tomb

Silence. Solitude. Repect. Taking pictures at a cemetery is something special. Even more aware than usual, I take a long walk among the tombstones, wondering about the unwritten rules and what I consider to be alright with people I meet early this morning. And they are fine with it, curious about the reasons that take me there. The answer is – like always  – : “It´s for me. Don´t worry. Just for me”. I am not a thief.