" It's World War One and Snow doesn't know why he's there. Then he meets Cozette in a little French village and understands why. Ninety years later his son travels to the same village and is astonished by what he finds."
I’m engulfed by a wave of nostalgia. A great distance has opened between my family and me and not just geographical – people who once meant everything, now fading memories. The big guns have seen to that, belted the sentimentality out of me.