You know it’s trial day and my kins were going to cemetery. I was angry with all religion prejudices. So petty and silly. I sitted lonely and calm. I don’t feel anything in the cemetery when everybody eats eats and eats. And there’s a question Whom we liyng about me as a religion for? I want to be honest with them and not to do what I really don’t belive in. Soon it was started to rain and grandma with me passed to bus stop. Mob mob. In the trong of a bus I listened my music and felt so happy with no any people around me.