Gulo has already cried her eyes out - she sees nothing and no one. But when someone comes to the nursing home, she asks them to take out three portraits from the shelf case and look at her children and grandson. And says - are they beautiful, are they good? That's how she buried all three of them, the good and beautiful ones, and laid them in the ground. And she herself lives just to cry. Without eyes, without a home, without documents. Abandoned by the dead and the only living daughter but found by kind people.