My bagel guy is a filmmaker. This morning as I Xooted up to his pastry-shop-on-wheels he said he was tired, that he was only sleeping two hours a night. Me, too, I said, haven’t been sleeping well — wait, what’s your other job? I’m a filmmaker, he said. I’m doing a movie about my country in the 20′s, interviewing old people. What country? Iran. He hastened to add that he’d just been born there and lived in five or six different countries since, learned five or six different languages. He said his father was a filmmaker but he wouldn’t take money from him, otherwise his dad would take credit. He’s off to Europe soon to shoot. I told him I wanted to hear more.