LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY SAAB VIII

Let me tell you about my Saab.

Let me tell you about my Saab. We were bone tired, itching uncontrollably, muscles cramping in the cold, summoned to the parlour for the young master's reading of the contraband items he had discovered in the garbage. The siren had sounded in the frigid dark and we had struggled into our uniforms and shuffled down for the assembly, which was military in…