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The victories of October, as Hanna Mina portrays them, are imbued with a fragrance that intoxicates the soul… Disappointment, despair, hopelessness, defeat, and heartbreak. And here is Captain “M,” gazing at the sky: “The night was still, and dawn had not yet broken… But, from the direction of the sunrise, he saw a white thread… It was a thread of light, and it was white… He said to himself: I am tired, sad, but I am not hopeless… But there is no cause for despair. I return from this saying, bleeding. I fought, and this wound is my witness and my badge of honor… For the one who is in the right to fight is to triumph… For my grandfather said to my father: ‘No right is lost as long as there is someone demanding it.'”
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