A voice emerging from the television in the lounge drew his attention. He turned his head to listen. Albanian struck him as a harsh language. He had heard it spoken quite a lot by this time by the country people who came to help with their excavations in the local cemeteries. And those dead soldiers, he thought, they must have certainly heard it too – a fatal tongue for them. This must be the news now by the sound of it, he thought. And then he did in fact begin to catch familiar syllables: Tel-Aviv, Bonn, Laos …
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