Some people get used to hard times. I remember even during the worst of the war, in the worst of my country's days, I still loved it there. My cousin in America could see past all the flaws, and he accepted it as his home.

This is where they live, their home. This is how they celebrate making it despite the difficulties. I may not understand the eclipse, but I can understand that.

[He's not preaching at Braska. It all sounds very pondering as he regards the sky.] I don't recognize any of the stars.