What were their "indefinitely suspended" lives like? you ask me.
They followed the thread of days according to old customs - altered as little as possible. Always neat, always tidy, as if right angles of hopscotch squares were drawn underneath their feet.
A poison with unknown duration trickled into their longsuffering destinies.
They gave everything and everyone their due: to Caesar and labor and soul and soil, until the time of departure to the "beyond." Or even further.
Until the key turned and the picture displayed its other side.