Without knowing anything about the old man or why Hisham wanted me to call him, I looked at my watch until exactly two minutes had passed, then dialed the number. An old voice answered straight away. “Welcome, my son,” he said. He sounded like he was unaccustomed to speaking on the telephone. “Hisham asked me to call,” I said. “We are friends.” “But what can you do? No one can do anything.” “What happened?” I asked. “I watched them from my window. They came with bulldozers and dug up the graves, one after the other. They burnt the corpses, and now everyone is afraid to touch them.” Then he
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