"I feel neither good, nor bad. I feel nothing. My only son and husband lie motionless in the cold earth of the cemetery... and here I am within these four walls," whispers Grandma Lamara barely audibly, wiping her dry eyes. Not a single tear has been left in 17 years - she’s cried it all out. She cries, crying from within, shrouded in darkness. She wants to die, to be near those she has lost, but death seems to avoid her, and condemns her to endless torment.