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An emigrant's refrain, and the truth he never sent

As Cartas de FrançaPortugal1971–19852 fragments

Through the 1970s and 80s a man wrote home from France in a refrain that never changed, and drafted once — but never sent — the truth underneath it. The refrain and the unsent draft, laid side by side at last.

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  1. 01

    The refrain

    One of twenty-five years of letters, Guadramil · Summer, 1971

    My dear Rosa,

    I'm in good health, thank God; the work is heavy. A money order for three hundred francs goes with this — give it to the master for the roof tiles.

    Kiss the children for me. Next year, God willing, I'll come home.

    Firmino

  2. 02

    The unsent truth

    Never sent, a two-name flat in Champigny · circa 1985

    Rosa,

    There are things one writes and does not send. I no longer know how to come back.

    The village I left no longer exists, and neither does the man who left it.

    You know, don't you. Forgive what I don't tell you.

    Firmino