Let us start from my beginnings rather than the story’s beginning.

The building is a part of me or, perhaps better said, I am a part of it even though we met only recently, lovers meeting only at the very end of the movie just before the credits roll.

In its death, it was both a microcosm of its apocalyptic time and insanely typical of millions of other deaths.

I thought I lacked an access port to enter that past world of people I never knew, my blood relatives but strangers to me.

If one is going to keep the flames alive for the victims, no doubt someone else will keep the flames alive for the perpetrators.

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