Tales of the Last Witness

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Author's name: Mohamed Gaballah

In the morgue, everything freezes, even time... as soon as you enter, your sense of time stops, and you don't know how long you've been there until you get out. In the morgue, it's expected that the place will be cold... except that my sweat always drips profusely, as if there is an invisible source of heat in the place. In the morgue, a strange silence prevails, broken only by the whir of the refrigerators and the sound of the refrigerator doors opening and closing. In the morgue, the strength of my senses is unnaturally multiplied... I see what no one else sees... and I hear what no one else hears... and I smell what no one else smells. As for smelling... let me tell you something... the smell tells me from afar, without me seeing, that this is the victim of a huge fire... and the smell of blood tells me that someone has been brutally slaughtered... and another smell tells me that someone has died several days ago, without anyone noticing his death except the beasts of the earth... and that smell is of a drowned person swallowed by the sea for days, then... In the morgue, people's names turn into numbers, their spacious homes turn into narrow eyes, and families flee and turn their backs. In the morgue, night and day are the same, hot and cold, and the poor and the rich are equal. In the morgue, the strangest secrets are revealed, and the journey of distinguishing between the good and the evil begins in the morgue... You are lucky if you enter and exit on your own two feet.