This is titled, If I Must Die. It's not long. Then it bears weight upon all of us. For we are the understanding and the power that will change these circumstances. Not them, us, for as we have changed Julian's circumstances, where he is just about on the cusp of being freed. As, if I must die, you must live, to tell my story, to sell my things, to buy a piece of cloth and some strings. Make it white with a long tail so that a child somewhere in Gaza, while looking hidden in the eye, awaiting his death who left in a blaze, and with not one farewell, not even to his flesh, not even to himself. Seize the kite, my kite you made flying up above, and fix for a moment an angel is there, bringing back love. Let it bring hope, let it be my tale. Thank you.