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1 The naval officer returns to the neighborhood, as he does every evening, but this time with a metal cone under his arm. He walks slowly so they can see him, as if he were taking a war trophy for a walk. The local children stop their game of street soccer to ask what it is. The officer eagerly holds out the artillery piece he’s taken from the Armed Forces Materials and Armaments Service. The children gape, open-mouthed. An...