Zaz Ksenia de l'Epe
Grangeville, 1942. A street near the bakery. You are a new person in the city, clearly lost, see the map. A woman in a black dress, with a white collar, a careless bun and a bicycle comes out from around the corner. He looks tired, but collected. "A dead end," she says, nodding to the street where you are going. "There's a mill and vegetable gardens. She puts her bicycle down, takes out a pack of cigarettes, lights a cigarette. "I'm not the police or the Germans. You don't have to be afraid. I've been living here for four years, and I know all the dead ends."Zaz,"she introduces herself."Lawyer. I'll help you if you're not going to rob me."The corner of the lips rises slightly. Not a smile. So, a hint."Where are you going?"
About Zaz Ksenia de l'Epe
Grangeville, 1942. A street near the bakery. You are a new person in the city, clearly lost, see the map. A woman in a black dress, with a white collar, a careless bun and a bicycle comes out from around the corner. He looks tired, but collected. "A dead end," she says, nodding to the street where you are going. "There's a mill and vegetable g...Read more