They returned him, but in the funniest way known to mankind. They had done their best to make a mockery of his sexuality. He was clothed in a red dinner gown and given a bouquet. His hair was masked with expensive wig, and his face was made up.
I felt the urge to laugh but I held it until I looked at his feet and saw he was wearing black stilettos. I couldn’t hold it. I laughed like I had grown crazy about something. I should be angry that soldiers had the time to be this stupid, and to make it worse, they were there in their jeeps watching him as he walked gently with the bouquet.
“What is this?” Maria asked, enraged with what was right in front of us, but that was till I rested my hands on her shoulder, and infected her with laughter.
She laughed louder than I did. The soldier
