He is already limping - he's trodden on a nail. But he heaves himself forward
and finds what he is looking for. Miraculously, amid the devastation, a squat wooden chest with two drawers stuffed with papers has survived. In the ruins of his home, he's hunting for something he can save, mementos of his life. "Gloria, I've found it!" A roll of film - shots of his grown-up son as a baby. Then he finds photographs of his father. We are surrounded by homes that have been half-flattened; battered cars with windows blown out; trees draped with rags and rubbish. Get more http://t.co/bPFOtH4OuE |
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