photo: Radovan Jaušovec
We went out full.
But we return empty.
My correspondence with “Phoenix Shadow” was all in Arabic, but what they produced in court were bits here and there, all badly translated into French. During my two-day trial, the prosecution claimed that “Phoenix Shadow” was in fact Mustapha Debchi, a member of AQIM. But the link between the pseudonym, the IP address and Debchi was never established. It's a terrible feeling to lose all your freedom for nothing.
Is it the dust in my mouth, is that home?
I only eat when I'm hungry. But I need to feed my desire. All the time.
I fast regularly. But I cannot fast my mind.
What's there, in the deep throat of darkness?