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MARCHING POWDER

my eyes and keep them closed for more than ten minutes to stop them from exploding. It must have been much worse for Samir. After the tear gas, we heard nothing more from him.

'Samir! Talk to us! Are you alive? Just make a noise.' We took it in turns to call out to him for more than half an hour, trying to get a response. Finally, we heard him moaning.

'Samir! Are you OK?' I yelled through my hatch. He didn't answer, so I called again. Eventually, he managed a proper reply: 'Thomas, they didn't find the coke. We've still got the coke!'