“WHAT'S SO FUNNY?" Assef bellowed. Another rib snapped, this time left lower. What's so funny was that, for the first time since the winter of 1975, I left at peace. I laugh because I saw that, in some hidden nook in a corner of my mind, I'd been looking forward to this. I remembered the day on the hill I had pelted Hassan with pomegranates and tried to provoke him. He' d just stood there, doing nothing , red juice soaking through his shirt like blood. Then he'd taken the pomegranate from my hand, crushed it against his forehead. Are you satisfied now? he'd hissed. Do you feel better? I hadn't been happy and I hadn't felt better, not at all.But I did now. My body was broken----just how badly I wouldn't find out until later----but I felt healed. Healed at last. I laughed.