A Tale of Love and Darkness Page #2

until finally she left him

for the coachman's son.

Anton!

From this hut...

She could see her children

playing in the distance.

Then one day, she decided

to go see her daughter.

As she approached,

her daughter

called her a whore...

And refused to speak to her.

Kira!

That night, ira gathered

whatever strength she had left,

went into the little hut

with a can of petrol...

And lit a match.

Our children don't realize

how much they can hurt us.

I just can't

understand why...

Why no one warned you?

What did you expect?

A warning in fine print?

That you're only food?

That you're what the chick

eats to grow strong?

No one warns us,

because every mother

thinks she's the only one

who feels that way--

and every mother cries

into her pillow, alone at night.

Except for our mother,

who just curses us.

"Tarzan the invincible"

stay out of trouble.

Just be a good boy, okay?

Okay.

My parents' friends,

staszek and mala rudnicki,

had no children of their own,

so sometimes my parents

would let them borrow me.

My father said

that the Hebrew word

for childlessness

is related

to the word for darkness,

and that the word for darkness

is related to forgetting.

Lack of memory.

Lack of children.

Lack of light.

My mother would

go off on her own.

To where,

I could only imagine.

When visiting an arab home,

it's especially important

to remember your manners.

Children are expected to stay

out of adult conversations.

Only if spoken to directly,

may you answer briefly

and very politely.

If refreshments are served,

don't choose something that

might make crumbs or grip.

If they still insist

you have something,

just refuse, but delicately,

like a gentleman--

even if you can't resist

the sight of sweets.

We were only invited

because your uncle staszek

took care

of al-halwani's son.

If, on this occasion,

in such tense times,

we behave like animals,

not only will it be

sheer insolence,

it could cause enormous

damage to the future

of our two peoples.

Jacket? Jacket?

Ah! Ah, my friend,

come, come, come.

Welcome, welcome,

welcome.

Pleased to meet you,

madam.

Hello.

Please, everybody, I would

like you to meet my friend,

the great Mr. stav.

Mr. stav helped to clear

my son Edward,

from that unfortunate incident

at the beginning of the summer.

Thank you for coming.

Please, come here.

Maybe the youngster

would like to go and

play in the garden?

Please.

Please, madam.

I want to show you...

Good morning, miss.

My name is Amos. And you?

My name is Aisha.

This is my brother, awwad.

Your father...

Your honored father

suggested...

That I come here

to play with you.

He's not my father.

He's my mother's uncle.

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