Wait, says Nenad and brings his hand to his ear, I can hear something. We pause, cease talking, no one laughing, no one coughing, no one breathing. Then Zoran says: I can’t hear anything. Shhh, Nenad hushes him up, now you can really hear it, listen! And then, a sound reaches us from the darkness, a sick voice, the voice of someone exposed to terrible suffering, or, the voice of someone who, face to face with horror, is trying to call for help. Now the words can be made out clearly: Mother dear, oh mother dear, sweet mother, where are you? Nenad turns towards us and asks: What now? No one answers. Only Nevena slips her hand into her shirt and wipes off the sweat between her breasts. I’m so scared I almost shit my pants, she says.
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