March 24

The night air had grown warmer than normal. A sudden wind had risen and had departed as soon as it came. I saw a woman lit a cigarette and prepare to close her shop; the iron door made a disturbing sound as she jammed it close to the wall and again she cursed as she experienced another failed attempt to lock the iron door with a padlock. Everything had changed a little from the last time I was here, I mused. I was a little disappointed when Dad came out from the barbing saloon and told me we were going somewhere special because I had hoped we would just jump into his car and head back home, as peaceful as we had came. 

"How is the weather?" Dad asked half-aloud.

"It is coming clean," I replied sharply.

Dad got in the car, turned on the car engine and backed it into the driveway.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we stopped.

"Somewhere special, Perer. You ask too much questions."

I watched as Dad got out of the car. He held the rear door