As I walked up the steps and approached the monument, my ears were greeted by the sounds of sprouting water. That was what was different. When I was last here, it was just a plain tarmac. Now, the monument was on an island surrounded by fountains. On both sides, curved corridors that led to the monument itself but in front of me was this. No tourists in sight. I was alone and it was all mine to enjoy. Immediately, the clicking began.
tomorrow: the faces of sacrifice