Nationalism is as thin as a thread, perhaps that's why many feel it must be anxiously guarded.
What do you do when you are confronted with a regime you disagree with? Do you act against it? When you are apprehended, do you betray your compatriots? How do you die? Or do you simply let others take your place? And if you are the child of that man who stands up against the regime but does not die, and of the woman who was forced to marry him and goes on to find refuge in alcohol even as she heaps scorn on Scheherazade of the Arabian Nights for wanting to live how do you square friendship and betrayal? When you are loved by your parents, flawed as they are, flawed as you all are, how do you find your own path?