It's somewhere out there. My country. My home. My wife is preparing food. My daughters carry water from the river. Will I ever see them again? I think not.

Do you believe you'll see them again when you die?

I think so. But then, I will die soon. They will not die for many years. I'll have to wait.

But you would … wait?

Of course.

You see, my wife and my son are already waiting for me.

You'll meet them again. But not yet. Not yet.

[They shake hands]

Not yet. … Not yet.