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him.

I thought, “Who is that guy with the gray beard?” He said, “Algu.” I saw the blackened tooth. He had chipped it in a playground fight to protect me. It was Efrem.

He broke the silence. “Your leader tells me you’re a great fighter, a real student and the best at mending ammo holders. Kind, too.”

Finally some words came into my head. “I didn’t know where you were. I will sew you a better ammo holder than anyone. I make them from the boots of dead enemy soldiers.” His pistol told me that he was a leader, too.

“You haven’t forgotten what your mother taught you?” he said a little awkwardly.

“I have been practicing. I have been making fighters’ clothes out of all sorts of scraps.”

“Do you remember how to make bedsheets like the ones you were making for our wedding?”

I couldn’t stand any more small talk. “How did you get out of prison? Why didn’t you tell me you’d gone with the EPLF?”

“I didn’t want to try to get back together without seeing you first. Maybe you had forgotten all about me and found….”

“What do you mean? I can’t think about marriage here.”

“You aren’t in a relationship?”

“No.”

“Tell me the truth. After me”

“No one. I swear in the name of the martyrs. No.”

He looked happy, suddenly relaxed, and his questioning tone disappeared. “I heard about you. How you left. The places you’ve been. I worked hard to find you. We even have different names now. I am Wedi’smera. You are Segen.” His hand touched my shoulder.

“I told you. I can’t think about love, about marriage…here.”

“Who has brainwashed you? Why should love keep you from being a fighter?”

“I see all the problems. People get torn apart. They see their partner once a year. Is that—”

“We can be different. We can be independent. We can live together and have children.”

“Just like that. Really? You must be making fun of me.”

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