Short Story - A Tale About the Mistery of Blood Ties

Long time ago an old man, coming into an ancient tavern, in the outskirts of London, noticed, completely amazed, that the taverner was staring to a window.
It was very dark, and the depth of the night fell heavily upon mother nature. Something strange filled the air with a vague quietness; no moving noise, no people walking or chattering around...
But the man was still as a statue, deaf and dumb, like a crazy image of discontent and pain.
The old man took a sit, waiting.
Slowly, the taverner turned round, walking to the balcony. He opened a drawer, took a knife and a plate, where he put some smoked salmons and some loaves.
He sat down, picked up a glass from the shelf behind him, and a bottle of wine.
- Don´t forget I'm waiting, mister?!...
The taverner gave no answer.
The old man waited, looking at him, and, after a while, he got up and walking to the man, he said:
- Hey, mister, will you give me one second of your time?
The taverner, stirring as if he was awaking  from a deep sleep, answered:
- Sorry, sir, I couldn´t hear you. It is a bad night for all of us, here in the village. Many years ago our sons had started an expedition into the sea. It was a calm evening. However all the conditions, the weather changed and all of them were shipwrecked - no one returned, and we all mourned our beloved children. In every house, this night, we can feel a deep discouragement, and an outstanding grief from our deads. Nothing gave us any answer, no one appeared to tell us what, how or where the events took place. All we know it's that in this very night, some years ago, something unknown broke our lifetime, as if earth had stopped its turning.

23/05/1988, (durante uma aula de teste de um nono ano, ESRamada)