Sunday Summer Walk

It’s Sunday. It’s Summer. It’s the perfect time for a walk.

It was the first time I took my new sandals on an adventure and I can officially confirm they are very comfy. We walked along a few streets and then we started going up and down footpaths between houses. We reached the cemetery in the forest once again and this time we decided to explore it.

In Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat, Chapter VII presents - Mrs Thomas’s tomb - The man who loves not graves and coffins and skulls - and there Jerome describes some British cemeteries. If I wouldn’t have been in the UK to see cemeteries like that with my own eyes, I would have thought they were a thing of the past and there are no such things anymore. But I would have been so wrong! This cemetery in our neighbourhood is just a calm little place in the woods, with flowers and grass and trees everywhere. I never felt so relaxed in a cemetery - so calm, so silent. I started singing in my head a lyric from one of my favourite Romanian bands - ‘Look how beautiful everything is, now that there’s nothing else’. And I never understood this lyric better.