It's the ordinary, everyday details that really jar. See the picture of the man with his fingernails removed? He bought his shirt from the Farmer's Co-op... I can't believe they're still selling those shirts! Look at Tendai Biti, shackled and manacled in prison... he's wearing an Arsenal top just like the man in the greengrocers down the road! Check the photo of the man lying dead on the ground with that stick still embedded in his torso... those huts in the background look just like the huts on the way to the lake! The mundane details of life become infused with horror.
On and on and on it goes. I walk down the High Road to the post office and I look at the faces of the people on the street and I wonder - if this madness was happening here, in Britain, in London, who would be the torturer and who would be the tortured?
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