
The true story of a battle for love and freedom
| This story is many stories, the story of my life in wartime and the story of people I knew then... | ![]() |
| Some of them courageous, some of them not. Ordinary folks, swept along in the currents of war. Heros, bullies, great friends. All of them destined to remain with me forever... |
| They are a dim procession of the past, the dead. A far away parade of ghosts made flesh once more by memory. Revived by remembrance until the return again to the darkness that lies beyond thought.... |
| How can I tell you? How can I make you see and feel and taste those times? Fifty years ago... |
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