Mil cartas para Elisa

Mil cartas para Elisa

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El 1 de septiembre de 1939, estalló la Segunda Guerra Mundial, como si no hubiera sido suficiente con la Primera. Madison aún recordaba la imagen de Elisa tomándose su café de las nueve, en una pequeña cafetería alemana. La guerra separó dos amores durante seis largos años, pero él la querría hasta su último aliento. Esta pequeña historia, relata la dura guerra, postguerra y la obligación de un alemán a luchar en el frente equivocado.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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