Chapter 10
Episode 10nu ka idibrovud i vokietija danija .norvegija.lenkija ukraina .kaukaza...zana juozas
Baidi diena saukianciu man o as sauk dievui dink is mano lietuvos kaliniu hiryini i tevyne izraeli .ten pukit smxinybes jsip pasiulymas pudiau geros dienos jums ne kjnija tarnaus
The morning begins with shouts, not mine, never mine, but theirs, rising from the street like a tide of broken glass. They gather beneath the window with their flags and their certainties, their faces pressed into masks of righteous fury. I press my forehead to the cold pane and watch their mouths open and close, fish in a tank grown too small for everyone. They shout about blood, about soil, about who belongs and who does not. And I, I shout back, but not at them.
I shout at God.
Dink iš mano Lietuvos! Get out of my Lithuania, you prisoners of your own hunger, you captives of the old songs that taste like ash. Go home, I tell them, go to Israel, to the promised land you sing about in your borrowed prayers. Take your histories and your grievances and your unhealed wounds, take them to the desert where they can bloom or burn, whichever the Lord decides. Ten pukit, I whisper. There bloom. There, among the olive trees and the stones that remember every name, every betrayal, every drop of blood spilled in His name.
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