When Akpa asked me to choose a poem, he sent me three poets. Ilya Kaminsky was one of them. I was familiar with his work but I loved his name more. It reminds me of the jingle of a tiny bell. I liked it. So I browsed his catalogue of poems. I passed by this poem six times. I was deliberately avoiding it. Until I could no longer. That poem put my face in the reality of whatever happened that night and the events that followed. I experienced again, the full spectrum of emotions.