I just want to shut up. Sit on this bench here. And for someone to hear my silence nearby. And behind you is the church, like an eternal, unshakeable guardian. I would like to gain strength, at least one step forward, when the earth will be felt again under my feet, and the air will no longer be too heavy to breathe. Just shut up and hear the answers in that silence. The very answers that only this land and this sky know.