
Like a transparent glass, totally invisible to the sense of sight is the wall that divides the world of the living from the world of the dead. One of the questions that has resonated the most throughout history is “Where do we go when we die?” And many are the questions that have arisen around that question: Is there life after death? Will we see our loved ones again when we have died? Is there paradise? Does the hell exist?

Who moved the photograph? The photograph, that every morning when I woke up, I observed hanging on the wall; in front of my bed. The photograph, which reminded me of how happy I was! And how happy I want to be again!
