“And your ruined land?Your devastated, decimated land?Filled with more people than you know what to do with!And your barbarian enemies, a fading memory.The children born in your exile will be saying,‘It’s getting too crowded here. I need more room.’And you’ll say to yourself,‘Where on earth did these children come from?I lost everything, had nothing, was exiled and penniless.So who reared these children?How did these children get here?’”