Goran’s farm the next morning, Aram was standing in the driveway, staring at something he was turning over and over in his hand. “Is everything okay?” I asked. He held up the object he had been handling. It was a key chain with a metal tag attached to it and a set of keys hanging from it. “The tag used to be enameled,” he said. “But the enamel was ruined by the fire. It was the flag of Kurdistan. The fire marshal found the keys. He said they were on the floor in front of a door that was padlocked. He says he thinks my father tried to get out that way first, but he must not have been able to find the right key. Or he dropped them and couldn’t find them again and then panicked and decided to try the main door.” Any of the things he mentioned were too horrible to contemplate. I didn’t know what to say. As it turned out, I wouldn’t have had time to say anything anyway, because two cars turned in to the driveway.
