The marshland mystery

This is a story about grief, loss, war — and geolocation, of course

I’d like to tell you about the evening I first entered my father’s apartment after his death. It was like entering the mines of Moria — a beautiful place with the light inside it permanently snuffed out. Crossing that threshold was, and always will be, one of the worst moments of my life.

But amid the emotional wreckage in what had been our family home f…