Chapter 8HakkariWe were the third vehicle in a convoy of four. Leah was
quiet, responding only in monosyllables. After a while I gave up. My efforts
to distract her from her brooding on the past had failed so we journeyed in
silence. That is, until we came upon a military blockade.
Once more, the armoured carrier formed a barrier. There
was the customary line of soldiers around the half-track vehicle and others
set at intervals along the roadside. The officer in charge put up a hand to
bring us to a halt then casually strolled to the first car in the line.
Soldiers on either side advanced, their sub-machine guns pointing at the car
windows.
“These people mean business,” said Leah under her
breath.
I could not hear the conversation, but the doors of the
car opened and the passe
