In the evening we go to the airport. Victor throws us up. And taking into account their tense relationship with Denis, we drive in absolute silence. Not even music. Denis asked not to put on the junk that Victor considers music. I probably would have had the same tense relationship with my brother if I had a brother, but thank God no.

Although I'm lying, there is of course, he lives in Israel with a folder. He brought him from the “correct” woman from the kosher one, not like my mother. He must be proud of him. Well, God bless him, I wanted to say “damn”, but let it be...