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Can you remember?
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Complete, First published Jun 10, 2022
Premetto che questa One-Shot è interamente in inglese e che non verrà tradotta (almeno da me) dato che per questa lingua è nata, dunque mi sembra giusto così. E' moltissimo tempo che non torno a scrivere e, se l'ho fatto, è stato solo perché mi sono sentita motivata a condividere di nuovo ciò che mi passava per la testa.
Ho raccolto tutto ciò che ho appreso dal corso di Letteratura Inglese che ho frequentato quest anno in università e ho pensato: cosa passa per la testa di un soldato ferito? Cosa gli viene in mente quando attorno a sé ha solo bombe, morte e distruzione?
Chiedo perdono per eventuali errori, non sono madrelingua e ho scritto di getto.
Detto questo spero davvero che vi piaccia, che riusciate a immedesimarvi, il soldato non ha nome e questa non è una lettera, ma una sorta di stream of consciousness, dunque può essere ripetitivo e complicato da seguire.
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