I’m sitting alone, watching TV and flipping the channels, but they are all blank. No sound or image. Whiteness, silent whiteness, covers everything. I punch the TV with my fist a few times to no avail. I keep flipping through the channels in search of something that might relieve my insomnia and entertain me a bit. I find only one channel working.
There, five hooded men stand around a sixth, who kneels and wears an orange work suit. A black bag shrouds his head. Four men hold their weapons while their leader reads the execution verdict to the kneeling prisoner. The leader pauses and looks at me, warning: You better change the channel, because what you will soon see will terrify you and you’re not a man. He goes back to reading from the piece of paper. When he finishes, he folds the paper and puts it in his pocket. One of the hooded men standing behind him hands him a sword. The leader lifts the black bag from the head of the kneeling man, who starts to weep like a child. The leader holds the man’s blond hair and tilts his head to the left. He lifts the sword and beheads him with a single blow while intoning: God is great. God is great.
I feel nauseated and turn off the TV, but blood flows from the screen, covering everything around me in red.