My name is An. My mother is my grandmother. I am my grandmother’s daughter and I am my mother’s granddaughter and I am mother and I am daughter and I am An. My father or my cousin or my uncle or my brother or whoever-you-name-it begot me. And I carried my brother’s or my cousin’s or my nephew’s or whoever’s, I carried his cold corpse, while keeping it from my uncle or my great uncle or whoever-you-name-it, so I may bury it. After all, maybe there is no uncle or father or cousin or nephew, or ...