In life we are always going somewhere, taking a path that ends in the same way. And although death is something biologically old aged, there is always a time in life when a person knows will no longer be younger, accepting this unrealistic distance in time. The 1st and 2nd days of November are the essence of the Roman Catholic religion, or simply the understanding by coming to the worlds. A sentimental travel with an inner light of peace and reflection to the place, meetings with the living and memories of the years roads plenty or no living soul. Togetherness and seclusion, and the unknown.