The Last Day Tomorrow will be a hard day for me. The house of my grandmother, a place where I grew up, is leaving from my life. I wrote here about this place a few times. It stands on the territory of the Jewish ghetto, which Germans established during the WW2. All my childhood I and my cousins pulled out a rusty iron from this land. However, my dear grandma restored this land, growing a cherry orchard there. Tomorrow I will come in this house last time. I will pick red tulips which sometime were sowed by her hand, and take them to her grave.