Single Status Update
A single tree was standing on the hill overlooking the city of Zelenogorsk. The leafs were gently rustling in the wind, a drop of rain would fall, then another one. The air was humid. It appeard almost as if the land itself felt melancholic today.
The fresh grave under the tree was marked by a wooden cross. Someone had placed a weapon in front of the grave, and a flatcap was leaning against the base of the cross.
A photograph of a woman and two young men was pinned to the cross with a nail, below a name someone had carved into the wood.