rom their graves in the field, the oldest part of Paulstadts cemetery, the towns late inhabitants tell stories from their lives. Some recall just a moment, perhaps the one in which they left this world, perhaps the one that they now realize shaped their life forever. Some remember all the people theyve been with, or the only person they ever loved.
These voices together young, old, rich poor build a picture of a community, as viewed from below ground instead of from above.
