August 15. Walking past the doorman with J, riding an Uber with J. I wonder what our conversations sound like to them. What the Uber driver is thinking while he silently looks ahead. There is almost no envy in this country. It is quite possible that most of them dream of one day being able to talk like us, and are convinced that one day they will. Nevertheless, the words often fail me. I am startled by what I almost said.