Dear Ilia,

I made fajitas this weekend. I seasoned them lightly, for the salt of my tears was bittersweet spice enough. Oh, the tears I shed for the plight of the Fajitan people, noble and courageous. My memory of their suffering will never die, so long as I enjoy the Fajitan national dish: sprinkled with the cheese of shame, drowned in salsa of sorrow, wrapped in a delicious shell... of corn flour.

Yours in solidarity,

Rob