" The grave was over grown now. Once there would have always been the vivid smells and colours of fresh flowers and the corridors of the cemetery would have echoed with the sounds of tears and heartache; once this child and his death had been the focal point for generations of lives, had shaped the fate and fortune of countless people, and traumatised the entire village. Now there was only Sergio, and the once flawless statue of an angel, now stained and weathered, green moss growing across half his face. Sergio smiled and patted the statue’s head.
‘Ahhh. My little boy,’ he said, smiling wistfully. ‘I remember you when there was not a mark on you. It’s a shame we all have to get old… Even statues of angels… "

― Leonardo Donofrio , The Killing of Bruno Rossi - Old Country Part Two