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 paqes, Xixëllonja, Ëndërrova. Songs that used to mean security, warmth, and love. Now there is only emptiness, terror, and the stench of blood. Serafine screams, “Baba, mami!” But no one answers. Nothing matters anymore. She stares into space and shuts down. The following evening she arrives at Hamburg Hauptbahnhof. Five hours earlier Meriton put her on the train with a note around her neck. She doesn’t know what it says, but the grown-ups on the train nod when they read it and smile at her. A sweaty ticket inspector with bad breath even pats her on the head. Meriton promised that someone would meet her, but she has no idea who they are or what they look like.
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