U jesenje popodne, lišće se lagano spuštalo na tlo dvorišta psihijatrijskog odjela u Zagrebu.

On an autumn afternoon, leaves gently fell onto the ground of the courtyard of the psychiatric ward in Zagreb.

Unutra, Mateo je sjedio na bijeloj stolici u hodniku.

Inside, Mateo sat on a white chair in the hallway.

Zidovi su bili ukrašeni jednostavnim crtežima pacijenata.

The walls were adorned with simple patient drawings.

Bilo je mirno, iako ponekad neki zvukovi izvana prekidali su tišinu.

It was peaceful, although occasionally some sounds from outside interrupted the silence.

Mateo je osjetio težinu u srcu.

Mateo felt a heaviness in his heart.

Još jedna jesen, još jedan Dan mrtvih bez bake.

Another autumn, another Day of the Dead without his grandmother.

Uvijek su zajedno odlazili na groblje, palili svijeće i prisjećali se zajedničkih trenutaka.

They always went to the cemetery together, lit candles, and reminisced about their shared moments.

Bez bake, osjećao je prazninu.

Without his grandmother, he felt emptiness.

"Mateo", zazvala ga je Ivana, draga djevojka iz sobe do njegove.

"Mateo," called Ivana, a dear girl from the room next to his.

"Pridruži nam se na okupljanju.

"Join us for the gathering.

Možda nam svima bude bolje.

Maybe it will make us all feel better."

"Mateo je sumnjao.

Mateo was doubtful.

Depresija kao teški pokrivač prekrivala je sve oko njega.

Depression covered everything around him like a heavy blanket.

No, pristao je.

Yet, he agreed.

U zajedničkoj prostoriji, mali stol bio je spreman.

In the common room, a small table was prepared.

Svijeće su lagano svjetlucale.

Candles flickered gently.

Ivana je započela priču o svom djetinjstvu i običajima na Dan mrtvih.

Ivana began a story about her childhood and customs on the Day of the Dead.

"Nekada smo crtali male sličice da podijelimo sjećanja s voljenima", rekla je.

"We used to draw little pictures to share memories with loved ones," she said.

Začudo, to je dotaklo Matea.

Surprisingly, this touched Mateo.

Mogao je vidjeti svoju baku kako bi se nasmijala dok bi pričala stare priče.

He could see his grandmother smiling while retelling old stories.

Možda bi onu malu svjetlost sjećanja mogao ponovo osjetiti?

Could he feel that little light of memory again?

Jakov, tihi pacijent iz druge sobe, pridružio se baš u pravom trenutku.

Jakov, a quiet patient from another room, joined just at the right moment.

"Mateo, hoćeš li upaliti svijeću s nama?

"Mateo, would you light a candle with us?"

", upitao je Jakov s blagim osmijehom.

asked Jakov with a gentle smile.

Mateo klimne, tiho ustane i priđe svijećama.

Mateo nodded, stood up quietly, and approached the candles.

Sjećanja naviru, ali sada manje bolno.

Memories flooded in, but now they hurt less.

Dok svjetlost treperi, Mateo osjeti da ponovno pronalazi toplinu.

As the light flickered, Mateo felt warmth returning.

"Možda i dalje možemo osjetiti njihov duh", reče Ivana.

"Maybe we can still feel their spirit," said Ivana.

"Čak i ovdje.

"Even here."

"Mateo uzme dah.

Mateo took a breath.

Prvi put nakon dugo vremena, osjeti lakoću.

For the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of ease.

S Ivane i Jakovljevim društvom, odluka mu je sada bila jasnija.

With the company of Ivana and Jakov, his decision was now clearer.

Svaki put može biti poseban.

Every time can be special.

Može stvoriti nove tradicije, a sjećanja na baku mogu biti tu s njim u svakom koraku.

He can create new traditions, and memories of his grandmother can be there with him every step of the way.

Dok su svijeće izgarale, Mateo je shvaćao da je obitelj i dalje s njim, u njemu.

As the candles burned down, Mateo realized that family was still with him, within him.

Možda nije sam.

Maybe he wasn't alone.

Možda nikad nije bio.

Maybe he never was.

Jesen je možda bila tuga, ali i početak nečeg novog.

Autumn might have been sorrowful, but also the beginning of something new.