BENNU BENIR
First the dream. It is winter: dark, dirty and dull. On a limited-access highway, three women and one man ride in an old car that passing a dreary chateau rising on a hill, approaches a river and the town draped low on the hills beyond. In the back seat of the old car, the youngest woman looks at the chateau ruins and flatly states, “It wasn’t like that when I lived there” while the old woman…
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