“You will not be wanting to be living next to this person.” I am looking at the hard drives on the shelves at the far end of the trailer, and I am beginning to be understanding what vengeance is. And that there is being war here and maybe war is why I am at bottom of pile of bodies when Enyemaka are finding me. Maybe war is what I am doing in my rememberings when I am hurting people or killing them.

“So if you forget that this happened to you, then you can live next to your neighbor again,” says Xifeng.

“But you are also forgetting that you are having family. You are forgetting that you are having mother and that she is loving you. Maybe you are forgetting you are having brother who is mean to you also. But maybe you are also forgetting that brother is protecting you from bullies and pulling blanket over your head when it is raining in your home.”

Xifeng is looking at my face, and I am understanding that she is proud of me for saying these thing.

“We are bringing these memories to the people.” Xifeng is finishing with the woundings on my stomach and on my ribs, and she is pulling my shirt back down. She is putting her hand on my knee and kneeling in front of me and looking in my face. “Do you see those hard drives over there?” And her finger is pointing to the black boxes piled on top of each other against the walls of her trailer. And I am nodding my head yes, and Xifeng is saying, “Those contain the memories of people who died in the war. People who left behind loved ones. And those loved ones don’t know what happened to these people. We will be going back to those loved ones, and we will show them what happened to the people they lost. We will be restoring memories.”

“It is good that we are doing this.” It is question in my mind, but it comes out as answer when I am speaking.

We are smiling at each other’s faces when I am smelling rotten egg, and before I am telling to Xifeng what is happening, my eyes are rolling up into my head and I am on the ground shaking shaking.