Chapter Thirty
After his night shifts, Yosir was allowed time to sleep in the morning, but to a certain extent he could manage this time as he thought best: for instance, if he rose early and sat reading the Koran, or joined someone going into the mountains for firewood, no one would criticize him for that. After these spells of “court duty”, following the trial, he was unable to sleep, and instead of wasting time tossing from side to side on his bed, he would set off into the mountains with his head on fire.
There is beauty in nature, and even greater beauty in the recollection of nature, but in his present life and his present company, such concepts had no reality, and even within Yosir himself they had gradually been eroded away. The mountains that he had admired in pictures in anothe
