Excerpts for Hanging   Monday morning fog rolled in over the
land in white woolly waves. The two children could hardly see a
meter ahead of them as they crossed onto the school grounds.
They had to find their way from memory and soon their steps
became hesitant and searching. The boy was slightly behind the
girl, his school bag in his arms. All of a sudden he stopped.
"Don't go on without me." The girl stopped as well. The fog
particles condensed in her hair, and she wiped the droplets from
her brow as she patiently waited for her little brother, who was
struggling to wrench his bag onto his back. He had spoken
Turkish, which he rarely did, and never to her; now he was
occupied with the straps and pulling harder on them, but it
didn't help. When he was finally done, he grabbed her hand. She
looked around to see if she could spy the other end of the field
through the mist. She said, "Now see what you've done." "What
have I done?" He tightened his grip and sounded small. "Nothing.
You don't understand." She pic