The Dead's Secret

I had to escape from the city for a while, I was tired to be stared by the locals, so I walked one hour and half to find a peacefull place where I could be alone and still, and I arrived to this cemetery, and, as usual, there was nobody with the deads. I sat on the ground, with the ants, and took a look around me. It's funny how the cemeteries are merry in south America, full of colours and plastic flowers, far away from the ones we have in France, grey and cold, and so huge. Here the graves look at the mountains, for ever. I felt really better after this journey with dead people.