This room was quite warm, cigarette smell and alcohol wafted in one. It was clear that whoever was staying here was just leaving the room a while ago. I noticed Mahendra studying some items on the table. A cigarette snuffed out, unfortunately a little red dot was still burning in silence. Some drinks, liquid waving gently in the glass. Some warm seats. And …
An original hand made bag.
Hendra recognized it. Oh, of course he did. Quickly, he opened the bag and dumped the contents on the table. There, spilled simple things that carry a complex truth.
