When it’s not freezing winter here, when not all trees are bare and covered in snow, there’s a gorgeous view from my back window over our green park area that is surrounded by 3 apartment buildings.

During the warmer seasons there was also a homeless man sitting on a bench all day everyday, quietly minding his own business.

His loud drinking buddies made a visit sometimes, fighting with everyone who passed by, but usually it was just him, alone.

A middle-aged woman from the neighbouring building used to bring him food. I could tell it was always the same person as she’s easily recognisable by her big fur coat. She never spent more than a few seconds with him, and their brief conversations seemed more like arguments rather than chats, but this also made me wonder whether they’d known each other from before or they’d only met through her good deeds. But either way, I guess he was one of the luckier ones.

Now the place is empty and many things can be discovered from under the snow that can tell a story – whomever they belong to.