CODA
When the militia broke in most of the instruments and mixing desks had gone, hastily loaded onto trucks and driven at full speed to the border. What remained, some old drums, mike stands, some out dated pieces of technology or parts too heavy to remove, were dragged into the street and burnt.
The erratic crackling and hissing sounds that accompanied the column of black smoke could not be interpreted as either music or silence.
It was pure cacophony.
The Moor