Cairo, Egypt 1938
[January 20th, 1938 @ 1:28 pm EET]
Indy has been dumped into the same rude chair as always, in the same dingy room, with the same creaky floor boards, the same tiny windows and the same pall of cigarette smoke hanging in the air. His head hangs down limply as he massages his swollen wrists, freed from the abrasive rope fibers for a while. A little daily respite before the storm; perhaps a show of good faith. He takes what he can get.
Outside, the voice of the muezzin echoes from a unseen minaret.
Hayya 'alā khayril-'amal, Hayya 'alā khayril-'amal
Maybe today... he thinks.
Indy has been dumped into the same rude chair as always, in the same dingy room, with the same creaky floor boards, the same tiny windows and the same pall of cigarette smoke hanging in the air. His head hangs down limply as he massages his swollen wrists, freed from the abrasive rope fibers for a while. A little daily respite before the storm; perhaps a show of good faith. He takes what he can get.
Outside, the voice of the muezzin echoes from a unseen minaret.
Hayya 'alā khayril-'amal, Hayya 'alā khayril-'amal
Maybe today... he thinks.