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PECAH - Ch1 Translation
PECAH - Ch1 Translation
Chapter 1
Herman slows the taxi down. His hands are a little numb.
Alan is on the passenger seat, sleeping with his mouth agape. At
the back, Radi and Don are arguing about the best movie of all
time. Radi sides with The Shawshank Redemption. Don insists on
The Godfather. Strange, aren’t they even a bit nervous?
“Hey, we’re here,” says Herman, patting Alan’s cheek.
“Herman, are we good?” asks Radi, with his hand on
Herman’s shoulder.
“Of course. Everything’s OK. Follow the plan. Don’t do
anything stupid. I’ll wait here. Don’t rush. Good luck.”
All the doors fling open at the same time, except Herman’s.
As soon as he’s left alone he prays, but he’s troubled by doubt.
Would God answer a prayer for something like this? He turns the
radio off. Herman waits in silence. Each second feels like a decade.
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If I’m not wrong, when I arrived this morning, the lift was
still working. When did it stop working? If it’s out of order, why are
people forming a line in front of the lift?
Ting! The lift opens.
“Excuse me, let me through, please. There’s an emergency.
Sorry.” Majid lifts his hands, as if to part the sea of people in front
of the lift.
The lift is packed. Everyone in it, including Majid, awaits
their number to light up.
Ting! The lift opens.
“Thank you. Please. Thank you.” Again, Majid goes through
the sea of people in front of him.
Majid stands agape at the entrance of the bank. There's
shattered glass everywhere. Kazim is sprawled on the floor,
surrounded by curious bystanders. His nose and mouth are
bleeding.
“Step aside. Don’t crowd around him. Give him air.” Majid
cradles Kazim’s head. “Anyone called the ambulance yet?”
Kazim opens his eyes. He slowly wipes his nose and mouth.
Wani appears from the office. “Mr. Kazim, the police are on their
way.”