His eyes widen and his breathing becomes shallow and rapid and he quickly pulls back to hide behind the wall while blessing himself and closing his eyes. After a few seconds he looks around the edge of the wall again, trying to only look as much as he needed to. One eye would be enough, even half of an eye. After a week of this madness he could imagine the rest, he’d seen it enough at this stage, but still not enough to become accustomed to it.

Marching along the river below, hundreds of men and women march in formation like an army battalion. They’ve crossed paths with another group who’d stopped at the intersection of the roads like traffic. Across the river on the other side another stream of bodies flows along the quays. It was just like rush hour, only with a little