Farewell at the Front Gate

Eriwan opened his eyes. He turned around. Where was he? Slowly but certainly, he began to be sure he wasn’t in the usual places during his daily life. At the terrace of his mind and consideration, he began to mutter,

Where am I? Obviously I fell off to the swimming pool previously. If I wake up again, I should be in hospital. So, why am I here? What place is this? It looks like a European church during the middle-age era.

Eriwan turned around him. It looked like it was around eight or nine at o’clock in the morning. It looked like many children of an orphanage had just finished attending their morning service in the church. Some of the children were playing at the front yard of the church. The others were still practicing music with their musical instruments inside the church. There were children practicing their piano, cello, violin, guitar, viola and some other musical instruments. Seeing the children really enthusiastic in practicing their music