When the ambulance wailed a few kilometers away from the venue of the funeral, a paroxysm of weeping erupted among the ‘symphatizers.’
Angry youths expressed their sorrow by chanting dirgeful, vengeful songs and hitting the ground with palm fronds and destroying everything within sight.
The elders cried and cursed the Earth for not taking them instead.
The killer was there, too,expressing the most conspicuous ‘sympathy.’
But I was surprised that after internment, their mood changed — they ate every available food and drank crates of beer to stupor. They soon forgot about the dead one. They soon forgot about me.