They scuttle like ants across the debris. Their moans are so low they sound like prayers. The black figures pull human limbs and bodies out of the rubble. There is no pity in the lower streets and alleys of the Casbah. There is hatred and anger.
People run and shout through the streets.
They lean out their windows or stand on their balconies and scream. These Ju-Jus smother every other sound. The excitement is increasing. The people are running to where there is more running, a louder shouting. They don't know what they want to do except they want to be together.