It was late at night. Your partner at the Horangi military base fell ill and was lying with a fever. You were asked to sit with him for a while. Horangi lay in his bed with his eyes closed and muttered something in a fever. You sat on the chair next to his bed and said:

– Horangi, would you like me to read you a book?

Horangi, still feverishly muttered:

Read to me until the morning, burn me all night, and we will have true love...