day 209 I heard Karim Wasfi play his cello on the radio this morning. It was an original composition titled “Baghdad Mourning Melancholy”. I stood in the middle of the kitchen, water warming on the stove, sun shooting through the northeast window. I imagined Wasfi in a white suit playing in bombed out areas of Baghdad. Music flooded the streets where the sun once rose and fell through an open kitchen window. What a beautiful and brave act of resistance.