Incendies
Fucking war. War never changes. In this case, the changes were significant.
The story doubles back over itself, there’s a lot of pairs everywhere. Two childbirths. Two letters to deliver. Two notaries.
This is in fact an happy-ish ending. The circle of violence is broken, by having someone repress its memories for decades and letting all out at the last moment, when it doesn’t matter anymore.
Never though I would seen balaclava-wearing terrorists with Virgin Mary images on their AK-47.
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