Fiction “Imagine a future, 10 years from now or 20 years from now, when the United States of America is still holding people who have been charged with no crime, on a piece of land that is not part of our country. Is that who we are? Is that something that our founders foresaw?” Saleem Syed’s ears stood up. Could the President of America have really said that? The TV was broadcasting Barack Obama’s speech on national security. Saleem’s hand moved impulsively to his mobile phone. “Can you arrange for me a visit to Guantanamo Bay?” “Tough, boy, but I can try. What gives you the idea, however?” It was the editor-publisher of the weekly for which Saleem had been working as a journalist for years. In a couple of days’ time his editor-publisher got him the permission to visit Gitmo, as Guantanamo is known among people closely associated with it. T&C applied, of course. Surrounded by the sea where the steep hills did not reach, the prison camp stoo
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