A thousand divided impressions. A novel Our neighbors, our friends, our brothers, all were taken away, taken from warm beds and driven away to long trains, with monstrous wagons, without windows, with no water and no oxygen. The air darkened with so many cries in Iasi, and so much blood going to heavens. It is the beginning of the end for all of us. I’m crying without tears, in silence. Everything got frozen inside me, and I’m afraid that when I trip, I’ll break up in thousands of pieces like an icicle that strikes the ground.