There was the old D.—he remembered now: it was just three years ago. He was forty-two, but a young forty-two. His wife had come with him to the studio; he had been going to take six months’ leave from the university and travel—with her, of course. The civil war broke out exactly three days later. He had been six months in a military prison—his wife had been shot—that was a mistake, not an atrocity—and then … He said, ‘You know war changes people. That was before the war.’
D's account of trauma
