He always liked Amil, used to talk to him all the time. But that was before the war. If they were to speak now they would both be reminded only of how much has been lost, how things are no longer what they once were. And even though there’s nowhere in the city Dragan could look that wouldn’t tell him this same message, it’s somehow more painful to see it in another human being, someone you once knew.
Misery becomes real when shared
