I saw that truck you were driving in. Perforated with .50 cal rounds and torched on the side of the road. I looked inside; corpses blown to pieces and burnt, unrecognizable. No camera, no tape recorder, no notebook. So I don't know, maybe you're dead. Maybe not. Maybe you'll find these stupid tapes and do whatever the devil you wanted to do with them. Or maybe the interview is over - wasted words, wasted life. Maybe I'll see you soon.

comrade protality )))))))))))