Chapter 20

And it didn't seem fair; neither to help the police nor to help the Brotherhood. Both sides seemed to want to pretend that revenge was some kind of justice. The police resented the fact that the Brotherhood made them fools for a long time. And the Brotherhood hated the police killing their leader "despite being Suzane with their own hands. Not at the end of the day, I would be just another piece on that tragedy board. I didn't want to be used that way. Many things were at stake. I still had a lot to lose.

If I agreed to work for one side, I would be signing a sentence on behalf of my friends, my family, and any future I could long for. I couldn't carry a bigger weight on my shoulders. I was already carrying too many things. Too long luggage. All I didn't need was some more sacrifice on my back. The police had done very well without me, and the Brotherhood could manage with the various members who were in the line of succession to command. The best I could do was keep myself aw