Here, gentleman 2 is lying on his back, his head in a downward position. His hands are beside him, like this and gentleman 3 is also lying on his back, his hands behind him. I don't jump to any conclusions. Bones, cloth, hair let nameless victims speak past Vukovar. I try not to be a spoiler of dreams, maybe just a spoiler of nightmares.
Blood stains are gone, grass grows over the graves.
Investigators poke by poke search for the peculiar odor of human decay in fields of wild purple flowers, move forward slowly, first with shovels, then garden trowels and then, when the bones and sinews are clear, paint brushes to dust the evidence. The fragile remains, soemtimes in jeans bleached grey white after months in the ground, are numbered, photographed carefully, separated and wrapped up, body by body in plastic bags. You have to be scientific an anthropologist says but you use one part heart and the whole part brain. People did things like this because they thought they could get away with it.