Picnic at the cemetery
PICNIC AT THE CEMETERY
Crosses, crosses, crosses, crosses, crosses all around.
No, this is not a room in a mental institution. This is the room of a 19-year-old girl, Katie, a former student at the pedagogical institute. Soon it'll be three years since she left home. She doesn't see anything anymore, she doesn't know or draw, she is afraid to put down her pencil and push away a piece of paper. Afraid because she can remember everything. It's been a long time since then, but when she closes her eyes, Katie sees it again, every last detail, as if it happened yesterday.