I could only handle a few hours of listening to garbled tapes yesterday. The jury had headphones and a transcript. Every ten minutes or so the PC who made the transcripts was cross examined. I head Atilla's voice for the first time in court, which for some strange reason seemed a little clearer in the recording. I was waiting to hear something incriminating. I think I made out him saying that there wasn't much point in protesting and something about standing silently in a long line. Fuck knows.
Save me, O God,
for the waters have come up to my neck. 3 I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail...
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