The stench of hundreds of bodies is a smell I’ll never forget. Corpses were scattered everywhere, completely obscuring the stage floor. Some were burnt, others had limbs torn off, still others were beheaded, and some were still on fire. Nothing prepares you for something like this.
A dead woman lay, stripped naked, dried blood staining her inner thighs, daring me to look away. When I did, I noticed terrorists a few meters away, snapping pictures, recording videos and livestreaming the scene from their phones, as they gleefully shouted: “Allahu Akbar!”
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