Scratches and screams. Afërdita is gone. The uncles forced her to hold the lamp while they dug her sister’s grave. Now Afërdita lies in the cold earth outside their room. Meriton holds her tight, whispering in her ear, and sings songs she has heard since she was born: Dritë Kosovës, Këmbana e paq...
The meat market. Lars’s gaze swept across the dance floor. Girls, far too young to be let in, held their hands high over their heads, bounced up and down in time with the music. Was that how people danced now? He used to pogo at punk concerts when he was young, but this? H...