A great reader, Emma wanted a destiny worthy of a novel character. She joined the army. For better or worse.
Emma Linares wanted her life to be intense. Even heroic. A great reader, she dreamed of herself as a character in a novel.
One day, after thinking about it for a long time, she crossed the intimidating gate of a military camp.
The army. Wasn’t that where the last adventures took place?
It must have been. But only when she had learned to get dressed in less than five minutes, to crawl through the mud, to stand at attention, to name every part of her assault rifle and to sing her virile nostalgia for a beautiful blonde who had stayed behind…