“There’s no music here. No dedications to honor the victims. No Beethoven sonatas. Know why?”

“You’ve got Bob Marley music. You can see the ocean from here. What more do you want?” Terry said.

I reached for a Heineken.

“Never trust a foreign correspondent,” I responded.

“Everyone is talking about justice and forgiveness. I don’t think it starts with justice or reconciliation. It starts with remorse.”

The visions descend with vengeance. The words of victims empty into decay.

The scenes, more than readers want to see in their newspapers with morning coffee.