December 2018. An empty field somewhere in France. The nearest house is one kilometer away. It’s freezing cold. What am I doing here?
Every place has a memory. Perhaps dreams. This one has nightmares. Nearly a hundred people were massacred right on this spot.
I am possibly the very last person to know that it happened.
This is a story that begins in 1859…
Wait, no. It begins during the fall of the Roman empire. But let’s make a first stop in 1859.