Here we are, digging. This is a soil-shifting project. We are digging here. Oh, sometimes we just sit in one of the dark and moist chambers, maybe light a candle and start a conversation. “Mother’s sandwiches were excellent; she was the tomato queen.” We start talking about death. K says that he is not afraid of dying – or hardly as afraid as he was the first time. And Neftali, too, has changed his mind. He only wants chocolate now. He won’t touch the croissants unless they are chocolate-filled.