A gas station is not far from Cesis. A liter of gasoline 95 costs 15 cents. To start refueling you just need to put the gun in the gas tank, payment upon delivery at the checkout to the gas station supervisor. Nearby, an elderly couple zealously filled twenty-liter cans with gasoline. Probably prepared for the winter. She poured and pulled, he lifted and put canisters to one another in the trunk. They worked silently, leisurely, resting on duty, exhaling hot steam in the autumn cold. So they introduced themselves to me: returning home, unloading the car, drinking tea, looking at the apple tree in the garden outside the window. Looking at a lived life. In the silence of the house, in complete silence. Everyone saw something of their own in the apple tree: years, fruits, wilting, dampness, and everyone thought to himself: “just don’t leave before me” ... Translated with Google Translate