“This is how my love for her goes on: in moments remembered and moments imagined. It’s how I keep her alive. Hers is the voice in my head, my conscience. I see the world, at least in part, through her eyes. Her story – which is the story of a time and land and the indomitable will of a people – is my story; two lives woven together, and like any good story, ours will begin and end and begin again. Love is what remains.”
