Januz feels glad to have her in his arms–his wife, who would do anything to protect their son. This is how she presents herself. Like a soldier who would kill for her country. And her...

He’d imagined peacetime would bring him a sense of belonging. During the war it kept him going, that thought of peace. He’d believed in it like a season he knew it would arrive one day

Memories shrink. Like a soap bar used over and over, they become deformed, weaker scented, too slight and slippery to hold.