Chapter Twenty-Nine
During the summer of that year, every night Yosir continued the “log book” that he had inherited from Haroun after his friend decided to run off, and he wrote down everything said about the trial by “Ozodlik” and the BBC, and especially the details from the court room itself, and then, as well as that, during the day he wrote down the constantly multiplying stories from members of households of the arrested men on trial, from their relatives and the relatives of those relatives. He no longer understood who he was writing all this down for, after all, no one was interested in these terrible stories, which were all alike, each one differing only in its own specific pain.
No, if there was anything that interested the commanders, then it was the words spoken at the trial
