Notes

Now she is in the place where she belongs, in a cool modern office, with carpets on the floor and soft comfortable chairs. It will cost them money, the woman tells them - a small sum of money for this only son and his barren wife, but a very large sum of money for the old man in his wooden house.

But he will not see that money. It is not for him. Months later, the only son and his barren wife have a small boy; a baby with long feet and a curved eyebrow. They are happy.

There is a grandson in the house, and the family name will continue. The boy will eat well every day, he will have the love of a family around him.

He will never be hungry, he will never know war, he will never have to live in fear and in pain, Without friends, without hope, without love,

Years are gone, and a young married woman with a curved eyebrow cooks rice in a pot over an open flame. She looks at her small daughter, who shakes her fat little feet at the sky.

And like a dream that never ends, the woman sees the long feet of a child who will never know where they came from. The tears run slowly down her cheek, falling, lost, in the steaming pot of rice.