I am doing some research and discover a photograph of a corpse, a beautiful young woman who has died in a concentration camp. She must have been unbelievably stunning when alive and healthy because she is still so lovely even in death. I realize that the woman in the picture is related to Saila in some way. I try to tell Saila about it, about this connection she has with the woman in the photograph, but she is too busy to pay attention to what I am trying to tell her.