It was around three in the afternoon. The sun was nowhere in the horizon as thick gray clouds threatened to pour down. Yuri, Rosetta, her family and her godmother’s family, together with the Russian bodyguards, just got off the big van that Yuri recently bought. It was parked by Sergei on the side of the main road, near the line of big, old acacia trees.
The Bogo Public Cemetery was filled with people, moving about either to search for their relatives’ graves, buying or selling candles and flowers, striking deals with some young grave cleaners to get rid of some grasses or to just have the surrounding of the graves cleaned up or offering food and drinks and prayers. Some people were in and out of the cemetery that the entrance/exit although wide enough appeared to be narrow and difficult
