The Assassination of a Soul - Nathan Mueller

I was in my early twenties and the two things I remember most other than the actual event was the uncontrollable shivering and the pack of cigarettes my brother and I nervously chain-smoked trying to calm down.I was in Albania, I had only arrived that morning at 5:30, and I had only arrived at that location because a bus had abandoned us in the middle of what seemed like endless farmland.