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Before the war, Élodie was a "somebody." Admired, praised, envied. Then, as everything around her withered and died, she too started showing signs of aging. Years later, after her passing, they wrote a song in her memory. We sing it sometimes ourselves when we are drunk and lonely in both the karaoke bars and brothels.