“I never thought it would end like this,” said the younger one.
“I saw it in the old country when I was a child.”
The young woman notices numbers tattooed on her companion’s arm and tries to hide her own, suddenly trivial, tattoo.
“Back then it was caused by the actions of the government. Today government inaction led to this.”
As the workers add another box, the young woman sighs.
“We better get back.”
They hold hands as they return to their caskets in the mass grave.