The little boy stayed alone, closed eyes, in his room. He is dressed up as a girl and is playing with a doll. On the floor have rolled some marbles like eyes, and his black-stained handkerchief flew away in the corridor.
In the empty cupboards, he stowed his things away : dead leaves, branches and mummified animals.
Unceasingly he sees his story without understanding the meaning as transformed by time passing by. He does not feel cold nor hungry anymore, but in the hollow of his hand, he strongly grasps his little sister’s heart.
In the empty cupboards, he stowed his things away : dead leaves, branches and mummified animals.