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The poems and testimonies in this book unfold as a single, extended conversation about healing the wounds inflicted by war—a conversation that is candid, painful, and deeply uncomfortable. Yet, if a dialogue about wounds is truly sincere, might it not be the very beginning of the healing process?
These pages hold all of us: the wounded, searching for a way to heal; those separated by the chasms of their own experiences, yet compelled to live side by side; the exhausted, forcing the day to endure.
Artur gives voice to many: a mother who lost her son—a defender; a soldier who lost his limbs; a young girl whose parents perished; the wife of a soldier missing in action… Each speaks in their own voice about their specific wound and their search for a cure—for their own Light amidst the darkness. And, alongside the others, the author places himself on the hospital bed, too. For to speak honestly about the pain and healing of others, one must have the courage to name one’s own.
With *St. Panteleimon’s Hospital*, Artur Dron concludes his wartime trilogy—which also includes the books *We Were Here* and *Hemingway Knows Nothing*—and, with it, brings his writing on the experience of war to a close.