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He is behind me, he follows me, sticks to me without interruption, waits for the moment, the one I would never know … It will be too late to know. But I do know that he is preparing something for me when the time comes. The grip of time, the one that takes away our energy slowly …
Heroes’ Square in Arras, a cold morning, around 7:30 a.m. The city is waking up and so am I.