For a moment, the dead silence was dominating inside the restaurant we were in. Everyone was speechless, staring blankly, rendering the meaning of the problems meaningless, for nobody bothered to discuss the matter further. Or perhaps the silence itself was a severe symptom of how much importance we were giving to the matter itself. It probably was too meaningful. With her head down, Eliza sat quietly in the chair, and with a light movement reached for the baby and took him away from Hadi’s arms as if he was the only force that she now possessed. The baby felt the movement and started to cry. Little by little, the intensity of his cry presented the finishing line of our conversation. With a quick kiss, we said good luck and goodbye.