September 1 in the garden. I am in the area at 4 p.m. and my grandfather and grandson are coming back from school. I hear a conversation at the end of my ear.
Grandfather, what language do I learn?
The Fascist
Grandson: What is this?
Grandfather: Zig Haylevsky
Fuck my grandfather, right?
Grandfather: The good schools are now... they taught the second class to speak maths, and what language the fascists spoke is not.
The Curtain