☞ I got the gang after me. For 50 kilometers. I was in the back of the car in the South of France. We were returning to the place in the North where our HQ is. 02h14. No lights on this road, only the strong headlamps of the followers. One fusillade of the Zastava and it was over. The dark had come. But the unscrupulous kept me in. Why? It's only when you see God's face that you can't stay alive! A matter of loyalty... I don't need a book to describe that. ☜
© GdJ