“There are parents standing at the grave or coffin of their children, stroking their child’s hand for the last time in their lives, and this hand is ice-cold. You don’t have children, you can’t imagine it.”
“There are parents standing at the grave or coffin of their children, stroking their child’s hand for the last time in their lives, and this hand is ice-cold. You don’t have children, you can’t imagine it.”