There it is! In between the static. It's faint at first, buried deep in the hiss, but after you hear it, after you know it's there it becomes so loud you want to cover your ears and scream. I can sound the words out for you, but that's it. We never got the romanization down. It sounds like: August 9th, 1945. That wasn't a bomb. That was simple mimicry. Nobody does anything. Nobody tries to stop them. They don't have to do this. There are other ways. And I love our daughter. I love her even though there's a wide furrow running through the center of her head and it's getting deep and narrow.