Cold Mountain: Where a swift death is a privilege
By Razan Zeitouneh We worked together for several months. We got angry with one another, and then made up and laughed together. We swapped news, invited each other to share our favorite meals, and promised to celebrate together in freedom squares. I knew neither his name nor his face. I imagined him to be in his early twenties, friendly, short-tempered but […]
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