In the war of civilizations, my stubborn friend wants to organize a meeting where people can air their grievances. He sets up ten plastic cups on a card table in an abandoned classroom and waits, expecting no one to come. An hour later the room is packed with people asking each other the questions. And without meaning to, I ask a question that gives away the identity of another friend's mother, a square-jawed woman with short hair, who must now go into hiding with her twin sister.