Sandrine Martins Martins itibaren Redwick, South Gloucestershire, Egyesült Királyság itibaren Redwick, South Gloucestershire, Egyesült Királyság

Brilliant, bleak and beautiful. A story of a man and his young son, "each the other's world entire," struggling to survive in a dying world. “My job is to take care of you. I was appointed to do that by God. I will kill anyone who touches you.” “All wearing red scarves at their necks. ...Carrying three-foot lengths of pipe with leather wrappings. ...Some of the pipes were threaded through with lengths of chain fitted at their ends with every manner of bludgeon. They clanked past, marching with a swaying gait like wind-up toys. Bearded, their breath smoking through their masks. ...The phalanx following carried spears or lances tasseled with ribbons, the long blades hammered out of trucksprings. ...Behind them came wagons drawn by slaves in harness and piled with goods of war and after that the women, perhaps a dozen in number, some of them pregnant, and lastly a supplementary consort of catamites illclothed against the cold and fitted in dogcollars and yoked each to each.” "This is what good guys do. They keep trying. They don't give up." "What are our long term goals?"