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"Nobody remembers them, you know ? Nobody. Nobody remebers why they died, why they didnt have a wife and children and a sun lit room either, nobody, least of all people for whom they fought. There is no and there never will be some pathetic street in one pathetic village of a shitty country that is named after any of them." Miralles stopped talking, he took out his handkerchief, wiped the tears, blew his nose, he did so without shame, as if he was not ashamed of crying in public, as Homers warriors of old did it, as any soldier of Salamis would do."
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I was about to tell her that Miralles hadn't fought in one war, but many, but I couldn't, because I suddenly saw Miralles walking across the Libyan desert towards the Murzuk oasis- young, ragged, dusty and annonymous, carrying the tricolour flag of a country not his own, of a country that is all countries and also the country of liberty and which only exists because he and four Moors and a black guy are raising that flag as they keep walking onwards, onwards, ever onwards.
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