Chapter Twenty-Seven
Let this evening go, let it go,
throw it away, don’t cling onto it, close your eyes, close the window.
The cloud will fade, the birds will fall silent, the silver dust
will lower itself quietly onto the roof, taking pity on you.
Is what you preserved this girl in the photograph?
Before summer had started the leaves had torn themselves from the trees.
Let this evening go, it means nothing to you,
throw it away, don’t cling onto it,
one of these days you...
one of these days you...
-Belgi
The trial of the individuals accused of organising the bombings on February 16 took place in June 1999. Hamid Ismailov, one of the members of the press accredited to cover the proceedings from inside the courtroom, recalls:
The trial took place in the building of the Suprem
