I'm in a white apartment on a high floor, in a foreign country, perhaps France. This man has come over to visit, bringing a bunch of fancy cheeses for us. We're around the table, and Vera is sitting next to the guy. They're holding hands, which is a little weird, but I think it isn't a very big deal. Or is it? I'm not sure. They keep doing that, and seemingly getting more affectionate. I don't know what to think about that.

I go down the hall to the bathroom medicine cabinet, and get some other crackers out of there, Cheez-its.

Then on the way back down the hall, I bump into another friend, who is carrying a small child. This child is perhaps a half year old, sitting up and aware, but very thin and frail and dark, like from a third-world country. The baby is holding her hands together in a very strange fashion, like if you made prayer-hands and then rotated them upside-down for almost a full twist, which a normal person couldn't do. But this baby is doing that, and seems quite pleased with itself. The father is also entertained by that, and is making the same hand gesture himself, copying the baby. He wants me to record some video of what the baby is doing.