Tony Marino saw the crowd gather in the cemetery as parishioners watched the wall’s construction after church services ended. At first, they only observed, probably as confused as he was by what was happening. But then a young man dart toward the barbed wire in a futile attempt to escape. A soldier slammed the butt of his rifle into the side of his head, and the young man fell to the ground. A woman with blond hair tried to help him but was shoved away, apparently hurting her ankle. Marino knew she had seen him watching. Their eyes met and she studied him as he studied her, wondering why fate had placed them on opposite sides of the wire, one enjoying the freedom the other was denied.
He wondered who they were, the cast of characters on the other side of the rapidly rising fence. He had s
