INTRO:

Memories have such a hold on you that you can think yourself bewitched...
I can still see her, sitting by the window, staring at the crowed street without really seeing it.
I did not think so much of that old lady with veiled eyes, that hardly remembered my name or hers for that matter...
Sometimes, a smile will touch her lips, like a glimpse of sunshine between a heavy clouded sky, then the sorrow will be back, tracing bitter lines on her face.
She was waiting...something that I could have never even think had happen to this woman, a story more extraordinary in a forsaken time...Time of darkness, the time of war...

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I had the project to digg into my family past and folktale and bring to life the story told through the generation of my greatgran love story during WW1 with an American Indian. This journey is taking me deep into my own roots, making me question my own existence and heritage. It will also make me push muself into daring to write a full short story perhaps even a novel. I already started to research the subject since I am totally ignorant of what the Indian Scout of the WW1 could have felt, be, look like. What did they bring with them, what did they take out of the trauma of this war. Overall the first message that came to mind is that The soldiers that came over in Europe did not begets death, but also generate life.... So the journey through the past begins. I d not think I will come out untouched by what I will find, write or feel.