There was one guy in our cell named Yousef. He cried a lot, but wouldn’t say why. After three or four months, he finally told us his story. He worked as a driver for the Damascus Municipality. In the evenings, they’d take him to dig holes near the airport. Then a car would arrive filled with dead bodies. Yousef’s job was to help push them into the hole and bury them. They’d throw their ID cards in the hole so no one could know what happened to them. They simply disappeared.
