There have been a lot of headlines in the last 10 days. I didn't write, maybe it's because of this balcony. It constantly reminds me of my childhood in Iran and our neighbor's house, and me as a thinker: Javadi and his children look at me indifferently, untouched, foreign. As if I were a Japanese person in my own country, or Chinese. Lale, the daughter, was a year younger than me, and she looked just as uninterested as her brother, who was two years older. I've been mentally preoccupied with these riddles for three months. At the beginning of the fourth month, we flew to Vienna, the riddle unsolved until...