Döden gör sig påmind

I trapphuset, mellan brevlådorna, sitter ett anslag från polisen. De efterlyser en 32-årig man som har varit försvunnen i tio dagar. Idag har man letat i Hammarby sjö utan resultat. Tankarna går till John Donnes text:

No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man
is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;
if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe
is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as
well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine
owne were; any mans death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.