Sinopsis

Mine is a chronicle of chance. That of fellow country men however, is not of a similar nemesis. You asked about the plastered wound on my forehead, how much pain I feel. None is the answer I have for you. For there is a much sharper pain suring any word of doom in a lexicon. In the name of love I existed, yet in a spell of hate, they made me and my country men extinct. A dear fortune lost for being a foreign national in the streets of Dereben.
I caught you surveying my body, only a flesh left on a dragonfly’s torso, I know. It was no easy task functioning as a person having encountered that ordeal. I would’ve said it was Hell like many ascribe such situations to only that you and ...