Early in the morning. Lively hustle and bustle at a popular market, clothes are lined up on the floor. At this moment there is an explosion. Smoke fills the square, darkness spreads. The clothes are burning, scattered on sidewalks and walls. Indistinct noises can be heard, teapots lie on the floor – stained by blood.
Ali, tea seller, is one of the victims of the explosion, leaving only his notebook. There are the names of the customers he visited every day.