MALIKI Dorok was crammed into a sweltering truck in the middle of a stack of men, piled up five high like logs.
Three rows were on top of him, pressed so close together that he inhaled the air they breathed out. Below him was another layer of prone men, their panting lapsing over the hours into a terrible quietude.
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