Enzo and Antonio marveled daily at their luck that there were just three of them in a four-man tent. It was only a f*****g tent. True, there were less of them and they could smell the air and see the sky, but they were still a million miles from home.
The two did all they could to befriend him, but Pietro made sure his shell remained impenetrable. He was relieved that nobody recognized him but not surprised—he was a different man, for sure. He’d learned to be invisible in Helwan. Anonymity had its merits.
Pietro felt Enzo’s eyes on him more than usual and knew it was coming but was unprepared for the venom-spiked delivery.
“Why are you so detached? We are all in this together, pretty boy. What makes you think you’re better than the rest of us? In the same tent and yet you may as well be
