O Soldado
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A guerra assolou o país. Num abrir e fechar de olhos, cidades desapareceram, famílias foram separadas e inúmeras vidas perderam-se para sempre.
Um jovem soldado jurou defender a sua pátria contra os invasores. O fardo que carrega rapidamente torna-se demasiado pesado, porém o soldado consegue encontrar o refúgio que necessitava na escrita.
Um velho caderno e uma caneta é o que basta para salvar o jovem da insanidade da guerra, onde o primitivismo humano e a violência não conhecem limites.
Com os seus bens mais preciosos, o soldado revela-nos, dias após dia, uma história de sacrifício, vingança, conquista, sofrimento, mas principalmente esperança. Esperança essa que o motiva a continuar a sua difícil jornada, onde a sobrevivência não é garantida e o amanhã é incerto.
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