From that mortified relationship of the past the ghosts, though fading, have lingered most pervasively in Algeria. As I wandered around the bled in 1973, for the first time, I recorded for the last pages of my account how the tokens of destruction of those seven terrible years had not even then been effaced. Along the main roads, like rows of neatly felled trees, the power pylons lie where they were blasted by the F.L.N., and frequently you have to bounce your way across rocky fords where destroyed bridges have not yet been replaced. High up on Kabylia's Col de Tametz cows saunter in and out of the gutted remains of what was once a luxury hotel for Algeria's wealthier colons.

Horne, Alistair, A Savage War of Peace- Alge…, loc. 1686