Chapter Twenty-Two
The sky is the sky not so it can be reflected in water,
the trees too are not only created to drop leaves on the earth,
but if you say that so much beauty is drunk on itself alone
you would be mistaken. Look at that old mill
while it’s turning the power of the torrent into white flour —
your heart also is heavy as a millstone,
and to dispel a handful of sadness in the eyes of this girl
the wind blows, the water flows, time grrrrinds and squeaks like a mill....
-Belgi
If there was a single day in the year that Yosir always remembered, that day was November 22. When he was a child he and his stepfather had read a book about how President John Kennedy was shot on that day, and his step-father had explained to him who Lee Harvey Oswald was and what connection he ha
