Then everyone suddenly remembered they needed to do the same. Medhat checked his watch and cried out in annoyance. ‘We’re screwed!’ He reminded them it was past ten o’clock, and that Abu Khayrat and Om Khayrat had closed the shop and the door leading to the toilet. ‘The only place we can go is the mosque,’ Bayumi said. ‘Unless one of you wants to stand at the window and piss into the air or onto the patrol soldiers.’ It was cold, and the mosque was empty and dark, with the only light emanating from a lantern that shook, its flame trembling in the breeze of the front foyer. The latrines were a long walk away in almost pitch-black darkness. Three of them headed there without hesitation, since they were familiar with the place, but the fourth lagged behind, trembling. This was the first time
