Bees resting in sweet innocence on the hand of the human (prime instrument of human/bee contact). Soft music, the bee equivalent of Hawaiian music, though Hawaiian music as it might be filtered through the memories of one-way Japanese emigrants now living in Peru, who only spent a few days on the island beaches before getting on the boat and continuing on the long journey out to their new working life (no more idle time) in South America. A dream of a past and temporary idleness, in a familiar and exotic place under the sun.     The Mesopotamian bees of my grandfather were waiting for me on this planet.