It was afternoon and the sky above was covered by thick blankets of clouds. The air was cold and the strong wind was freezing.
The light was dim and the tall trees surrounding Andron's home swang from side to side, their branches shaking and waving in the direction of the strong wind blowing past.
On the compound outside Andron's house were three white tents. Inside the tents, wooden chairs were arranged around some tables and people sat together in groups. Other people walked around the compound while others sat on the green grass outside the brick house.
The community of the village had come out in large numbers to attend the small ceremony arranged by Andron to burry his mother. Some of the people around the compound stood in groups, chatting and laughing, while others seemed sad and
