I just finished “Madness Visible”. It’s a fantastic book about the Balkan war. It reminded me of my trip there a year and a half ago. Riding the train through the countryside you can still see the shot up and destroyed buildings.
I kept thinking of this one woman we met on the train. She said her husband was in Seattle. She had not seen him for “several years”. I got the feeling she was lying, but wasn’t going to press her on it.
I assume her husband was dead and she could not admit it….