With Aspazia through memories

The trip down memory lane that I’ve been taking quite often lately is a battle with forgetfulness. It is a past that belongs to me and in which I find, sometimes to my amazement, another existence of my own. This past is not a fantasy world, but a painfully real one, from which, when I wake up, I don’t have the bitter taste of defeat, but recapture the atmosphere of that time, reliving moments that are hard to understand for those who didn’t know the evil world built by our oppressors and then transfigured and embellished by us, with our […]

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