An Evening Far Away in the South
Tuesday, April 5, 2005
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On one evening, he lay there.Two legs, one upon the other. Covered in bruises. Broken aorta and a pool of blood. Pressed down by pieces of wood.
IT was not a full day yet in Gunung Sitoli, Nias. The clock stopped before the night reached its peak. It was 11:10pm on Monday last week. The two legs, God knows whose they were, seemed to repeat Bertold Brechts four-line stanza:
...In the dark timesWill there also be singing?Yes, there will also be singing
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