The response that arises from his feverish brain really isn’t all that different from the long literary tradition of the westerner coming to Asia or Africa in search of truth and spiritual clarity, except that these are far more dangerous times and he has come to their most dangerous places, finding a kind of Zen at the barrel of a Kalashnikov.
“I should have been a killer,” said Marwan. “I’d have been a good one, don’t you think?” “No, I don’t think you’d have been a good one. You’re too sensitive.” “This is true. But I should have at least given it a try.”
Unbelievably majestic clouds suspended in the sky, dirty and black, darkening at the center. Clouds unlike those seen in the skies of Europe. Their sudden appearance signals that the rainy season has come to the Sudanese frontier.
“What brings you here, Abdul Muhyee” asked my host. “And where is your clan?” “The devil has come to the hills,” said the boy. That was the first time I heard about the black dog.
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One shot: that’s what he meant by ‘clean.’ He went on to say that if we killed something (as he was sure we would), we shouldn't play with the dead body afterwards. If we kill, we should do it quickly and precisely. We must respect anything that has a heart.
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