The Trees and the Assassination of Marzouq

Description

Mansour has grown hungry, alienated, and weary, and now he runs after a morsel of bread. Yes, after a morsel of bread that has become like a mirage. As for those he thought he had hanged, they are still in their places, gazing at the moon as they stretch lazily, caressing women’s hair with half-closed eyes, numbed by softness and whiskey! And during the day, car doors open for them, and they scrutinize bank accounts like usurers to make sure everything is running smoothly!