“Even the stones weep.”

In the memorial cemetery where my father is, walls with the names of those whose whereabouts are known by location contain quotations. By including some of these quotations (in liberal translation) here, I have tried to gi e the illusion of walking with me in the cemetery to share how I felt and what I felt among the weeping gravestones–in reality and in my dreams. Let these words be the flowers for those who did not return.