The Lover

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And in the last war we lost a lover. We used to have a lover, and since the war he is gone. Just disappeared. He and his grandmother’s old Morris. And more than six months have passed and there has been no sign from him. We are always saying it’s a small, intimate country, if you try hard enough you’ll discover links between the most distant people — and now it’s as if the man has been swallowed up by the earth, disappeared without trace, and all the searches have been fruitless. If I was sure he had been killed, I would give up the search. What right have we to be stubborn about a dead lover, there are some people who have lost all that is dear — sons, fathers and husbands. But, how can I put it, still I’m convinced that he hasn’t been killed. Not him. I’m sure that he never even reached the front. And even if he was killed, where is the car, where has that disappeared to? You can’t just hide a car in the sand.

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