I've just come home. I feel awful for several reasons, but I'm not going to talk about those now, I'm going to talk about something I've seen on the journey.
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It looks like a skull… the photograph is not as good as it could be but it's as good as I could get it… and in real life it was huge… I don't know if you can see it on the picture, but it's just like a skull.
There were a few children throwing rocks at it. I wanted to yell at the, to ask if they do not see, if they can not feel, if those burning dark eyes aren't looking at them too through the holes in the rock - if they aren't ashamed to mock death that way - if they aren't ashamed before the face they see behind the skull - but I knew it would have been in vain. If they could have seen any such thing they would have been scared to even go near.
And anyway - I didn't speak their language and I was sure they didn't speak any of the languages I can speak.
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