There was a soft breeze blowing that calm, subdued afternoon. The sky was pale blue, and the lush green of the mountains that surrounded us shone brighter than the sun hiding behind a thin veil of clouds.
Nature's splendour did not betray the terrifyingly ugly scene that was just a few more metres ahead.
It happened so close to the civilised areas, and in broad daylight, that it seemed as if the perpetrators were not afraid of being caught.
A group of weary soldiers sat around in silence knowing exactly why we had come.
"Go on…", one of the soldiers said. "Just follow the path… and the smell will lead you."
A few more metres ahead and then, indeed, the smell.
Killing fields
There is no describing the rancid, powerful odour that the traitorous gentle breeze wove into the back of our throats.
![[QODLink]](http://english.aljazeera.net/mritems/Images/2012/2/13/20122131780495734_16.jpg "Suppressing the narrative in Bahrain")
