Trafika Europe 3 - Latvian Sojourn

every time

a towel on my face. They were pouring in water on top. I was drowning. They were taking it off. Then I could I breathe for a while. Then again. Then they would leave, the others would come. Night. Long shadow with an eye behind it looking at me. Shadows. More. Shorter and darker. Digging. Stopping. Digging again A little beyond

He holds the cross.

hammering on top and then lowering them in. Somebody shouted. What if they came this way.

The other signals him to stop, stops for a moment and then continues

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