“The battle only left visible wounds,” she went on, as if she were no longer talking to Melchor but to herself. “The trenches, the ruins, the hills filled with shrapnel, all those things the tourists like so much. But the real wounds are the ones nobody sees. The ones people carry around in secret. Those are the ones that explain everything, but nobody talks about those ones. And, who knows, maybe it’s good that that’s the way it is.”
