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Today we threw a homosexual off a grain silo. I tied myself to a pipe so I could lean out and get the shots of him falling. He was quiet. He kneeled at the edge. There was a lovely stretch of landscape in the background: road going winding away into the distance. The sheikh made a speech. The boy shouted. Then he fell. I uploaded the footage at Kassim’s café.
At 3 am an American jet tears open the night. In its wake a trail of silent flashes scatter the hillside opposite. Each flash briefly illuminating a house, or rock, or forest. Then boom boom boom boom boom … dull thuds far away. In the silence after she hears starlings rising from their roost below then … sirens. She checks her hand.
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