The always-departing-peopleExhausted luggages, looted suitcases, lost packages are everywhere. Cold wind blows the forsaken clothes, which was worn sometime. The warm coat might be wearable so far, after the long, cold winter time, but it can’t keep warm itself, every fur-line is for nothing.Thrown away lifes lay by the road, under the bridge, or near to the rails. „Would you take care of it till I’m away?Then she will never come back.
