Years flowed like water between the fingers. Now, when Jerry was no longer in the world, Cole hoped to return the location of the mother. No wonder he spent so many years studying law. In the open car window wafted a familiar, slightly salty aroma of fresh air, which is mixed with the smell of burning peat, dry briquettes that local residents since time immemorial heat their homes. Cole looked at with pleasure thatched roofs resist the incident with rabid Atlantic gales. Today was a quiet day, and the sea sparkled in the sun smooth as glass. Blessed silence enveloped the village, surrounded by emerald hills and Cole also gradually experiences its calming effects.