Eviction
On a bitter Sunday in November, in the middle of the second world war, my great-grandfather shut the kitchen door on his wife’s voice. Her threats sliced the air with each trudging step he took up the hill, until…
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On a bitter Sunday in November, in the middle of the second world war, my great-grandfather shut the kitchen door on his wife’s voice. Her threats sliced the air with each trudging step he took up the hill, until…
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