Glancing through an old family album, I noticed a man I did not know. Inquiries learned that he was a boarder at my grandmother's unmarried sister’s. She cooked for him and rumour had it she even washed him. You would almost think something of it, if you didn't know any better: he suffered from severe rheumatism, while she was shy of people and especially of men. Everything about this man in the photo seemed symbolic. each item a silent witness to his existence. He was reported to have turned 60 years old. Since he had no surviving relatives, he was given a municipal funeral.
His name was Hush.