The Singularity Will Happen on a Tuesday

There was an old woman in a small village who survived the Civil War. She was seven when the Nationalists took Galicia — no great battles here, just men disappearing in the night, the silence after, the names no one said aloud for forty years. She survived the dictatorship, the hunger years, the slow thaw. She survived emigration — not her own, but everyone else&rsquo;s. She watched the village…