Everything was absurd or rather the absurd was dominating. Death followed cowardly the orders of the terrorists. The black flags were not only the beginning but also the end. It was a gravestone without a grave. It wasn’t even a cenotaph. The victims didn’t even have the right to burial. The condemned one had nothing to wait for after punishment. Time stopped even after or rather it died too after that much pain. No one had imagined such condemnation on the city. The only crime was punishment and this would execute innocence. This religion of death believed only in punishment and everything was prohibited. There was no right to life in this barbaric religion. And the innocents started to wonder why there wasn’t any help from anywhere. Nobody remembered how indifferent the population was to the sorrow of others. Even now that they saw the black flags they wanted to believe that something would happen so that they‘d be saved. But nothing happened. The unburied dead multiplied and the city started smelling the death. In reality the whole city smelled now. The barbarians had converted it into a terrible and open dungeon, a death camp which kills even the slightest hope for salvation. Nobody had understood how this phenomenon operated, terror was disarming everybody. The city seemed hunted. Nothing reminded the past and the future was dying without the ability for return. Genocide had begun due to indifference. This is what they had time to understand. Nothing else.