…It was an ordinary apartment shared by an old couple for almost 26 years.
We visited them on a random winter day. The fields in Amasia were all under white cover and everything was so pure and so clear there. The sky also has changed to white or perhaps it was the whiteness of earth that made it so. The air in the village was so light and there was a surprising peace in that still and icy-fresh air.
Grandfather Arest and his old slim wife were waiting for us and as soon as we got in they greeted us as they would greet their lost relatives.