There are a lot of babies in the graveyard. Most of them without names. It rained hard last night, coming in the bathroom window. At the same time it was raining hard in the film we were watching, The Shepherd and the Bear. I thought about coexistence. I guess I am an existentialist. I thought about what if you had a Zionist in the family. I thought about it but what to do but think about it if it were true. Nobody in the graveyard is a Zionist.