[It was a depressing image he had, when he though of how the citizen of this city must have reacted once it as certain that they could never go home.

But the city was still here waiting for them to return. And it would probably stand here for the next generations and maybe even for eternity. He took a closer look at the stuff that was still on the shelves.]

I wonder what this is. It could be possible that some of these things we see here aren't known anymore. Like old traditions from early generations.