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Lina and grandchild on a Sunday afternoon, waiting for nobody to come.
Inside, Ota and his friends playing cards, trying to forget the front, the years as a prisoner of war in England, the prison years in Popa Sapca, Timisoara, the forced labour camp in a salt mine in Moldova and... what else beside these twelve years of his life? Lina had her own way to cope with life: Like a fairy, she attempted to appease all the sorrow by throwing a veil of flowers over this house. |