Near Port Selao
I’ve spent the last 3 hours transcribing my interviews with the Jackal. I can’t risk another raid on my room and unfortunately I have no other place I can confidently stash the tapes. So I’ve been copying everything the man’s said word for word. I’m going to post to a folder online. They should be safe there.
It’s interesting listening to him again. He has no doubt in his answers. He never pauses to consider the question. And his voice…it has a strange timbre to it. Like the bass strings of cello. It’s quite haunting to hear in the quiet of my room.
When I convert my tapes, I will post the recordings on this site.