Especially Wolfgang, who has now taken off his jacket and rolled the sleeves of his black shirt. He’s leisurely swinging the axe in the air as he positions himself perpendicular to the soon-to-be corpse. He holds up his free hand, his gaze on the crowd, and the masses fall to a murmured hush. The anticipation now prickles up my arms, my heartbeat quickening as I watch Wolfgang gently place the sharp blade against the man’s neck.
