A War Has No “Good End”
Moacyr Scliar
1972
II
In 1943, the nights were black. The country was at war with Germany and a blackout was instituted, perforated from time to time by fifth-columnists lighting cigarettes to reveal Bom Fim’s defensive anti-aircraft position to the Stukas and Messerschmitts. The Nazis were everywhere; on Fernandes Vieira Street, they were discovered in a caramel…
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