last night i watched iraq:year zero, part one. 247 minutes leading up to the american invasion. see them waiting, watching the sky, digging wells, lighting candles in the power outs, talking about the last time americans came with bombs, see them waiting, smiling, rueful, resigned to their fate, knowing their fate before, of oil and war, knowing their fate is american, war. 
they go to the museum to see, the time before, their occupations, their smiles,their markets in a gone world, before the oil and the american war.
part two, in fate, always follows part one. in fate there is always conclusion in fate always aftermath, always occupation. fate is american. life is what remains to live.