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My mother had a knack for writing disturbing letters. I didn’t know she had this talent. She still manages to surprise me. I imagine Elena has to take the floor to explain to us. Instead, there’s complete silence in the room. I only hear the purring of the cat who has come to settle near me. Jacky reads the letter again and Elena looks terrified. “Maddie, do you understand?” Jacky asks me. “Still not... I’m a little slow, forgive me.” “I believe we’re related. Mum… Maybe you could explain to us now,” he said, raising his voice. Elena gets up and positions herself in front of the window. She stifled a sob, takes a deep breath and finally launches into her story. “At the end of the 1980s, the agricultural world experienced a great period of changes. Demonstrations against EU subsidies t
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