 I clambered up a rampart of earth. An abandoned bulldozer stood guiltily by, only to find once I was atop the mound that it swayed beneath me. And I looked down to find faces, elbows, mouths, a woman's legs protruding through the soil. I had to hold on to those body parts to climb down the other side. Then there was the pretty girl, her head surrounded by a halo of clothes pegs, her blood still running from a hole in her back.