Higher than fabric: Mansour Omari and Syria’s secret prisons
You hear the gallery before you see it – a mournful folk melody, then a man’s voice reciting other men’s names, hometowns, and mobile phone numbers. Then you see the five display cases. Each one contains a piece of a shirt, tilted so you can read the names, hometowns, and phone numbers still being recited…
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