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so far devastating. oh, to be hélène, a wife to a convict--a wife to a man with such strong determinations for the rise of an equality in the midst of a society with such class struggle. i love the angst though.

‘the prison flexing its muscles…tahia el djazaïr!…the prisoners, despite their confinement, are slipping away—their hopes knocking down the iron doors. there is no heart the state can constrain; dreams eat into its reason like acid.’

‘time washed over her without taking liberties’

‘but the party didn’t budge from its position, it couldn’t decide what to do: it was for independence, but not for armed struggle. but how else could independence be won, in this context?’

‘a warm voice, grave and low. with a little something of infinite tragedy.’

‘henri is a lighter stuck in an ice cube, you just gotta find the wheel!’

‘a brother in childhood and spirit — and what is blood anyway? nothing but the tangible result of chance. he has to stand upright for henri, since after all his brother stood upright until the very end, until the gendarmes’ bullets mowed him down, and he yelled, he, the deserter, “long live the communist party of algeria!”’