Ever since she was tortured during the war, Mrs Bua suffers from epilepsy. When she feels a fit coming, she spreads a carpet in front of her house and lies down. For her neighbors, it’s like a cue to drop in and care for her. In the evenings, they gather to sip tea, sing resistance movement songs and tell stories, ingrained at present into their collective memory. The war remains at the heart of this small village’s daily life.