But speak to your girls of this wartime, a year preceded by a score of the same, so as in two decades before, we wiped our eyes, laced caskets with flags, evacuated the crime scene of the club, caterwauled in the street, laid our bodies on the concrete against the outlines of our fallen, cried, "Of course we mattered," chanted for our disappeared.
Bet stāstiet savām meitām par šo karalaiku, par gadu, pirms kura bija vēl viens tāds pats; kā pirms diviem desmitiem gadu mēs izberzām acis, apvijām zārkus ar karogiem, evakuējām nozieguma vietu klubā, kā kaķes kaucām uz ielas, gūlāmies uz betona savu kritušo kontūrās, saucām: „Protams, mēs esam svarīgas,” saucām savus pazudušos.