Cristina Peri Rossi; Megan Berkobien ::
He sustains himself on the canned food and oranges he steals from a neighboring field by night. It’s the only moment he abandons his post, although really, you cannot treat it as desertion: at night the skirmishes come to a halt and he can rest a bit, eat oranges, loosen his boots. The state of his uniform doesn’t bother him. In the pit of the trench he keeps two rusty guns, a soldier’s cap burned through by a bullet, the keel of a grenade, and a dead man’s jawbone.
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