The place was still a rich village overflowing with grass and trees. The girl smiled a little shyly when her sister presented her with a flower sheath she had made.

In this remote village, the ravages of war were just a story on a small radio, while in distant lands a terrible war had been raging for years.

The radio in the back of my grandmother's house was broadcasting the news at regular intervals. The radio announcer was telling the news in a monotone tone that a missile had landed in a town not far from the village.

This work is a sequel to "Memory". https://foundation.app/@BANILIZO/banilizo/16