I squatted down, placing my white flowers, which I carefully select each time, on that grave on which the name 'Maya Black' was written with a faint smile on my lips. I raise my hand and pass my fingers lightly and very slowly over the letters of her name one by one, and the memories come one by one until they are gone. letters of her name...

I said that I would visit her often, but I didn't know that something like this would be so difficult for me, both in terms of my work and in terms of my feelings.

I looked at her picture in a beautiful little...