"Do you accept second chances?"
"Who is; Where am I? I do not see anything. I'm afraid. Who is talking to me? Who brought me here? Where am I?'
"We didn't bring you. You are dead."
"But… well, how?"
"Don't ask questions you can't bear to answer."
"But you didn't tell me. Why me? What's different about me?"
"Didn't you always feel different?"
"Yes, I felt it."
"Do you accept second chances?"
"Yes…"
"Fine then. What do you remember about your death?'
I was twenty-two years old when I died. This has been my life since I joined the army that summer. Ever since I was assigned this strange mission. A Greek living in London, Edward, presented himself for two weeks in the unit where I was. He was deaf. Only I, of all the soldiers, knew his language. So, I had to be his interpreter. This is our story. A different story. A special relationship, which was not, however, based on words.
How hard is it to be yourself in such a world? In a world that forces you to change, constantly convincing you of your difference?
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