"There are people like him in our world," said Saidi, "and we have to learn how to deal with them tactfully, how to get along with them, how to accept that they exist."Saidi went back to looking out from behind the curtains, as if he was expecting someone. He stayed like that for some moments, then came and sat on the sofa opposite Mahmoud. He picked up his cup of Nescafe and started to drink, enjoying its bitterness. Then he looked at Mahmoud and made a dramatic revelation: "In fact, Brigadier Majid doesn't pursue weird crimes. He's employed by the Americans' Coalition Provisional Authority to lead an assassination squad.""Assassination squad?" "Yes, for a year or more he's been carrying out the policy of the American ambassador to create an equilibrium of violence on the streets between the Sunni and Shite militias, so there'll be a balance later at the negotiating table to make new political arrangements in Iraq. The American army is unable or unwilling to stop the violence, so at least a balance or an equivalence of violence has to be created. Without it, there won't be a successful political process." "Why don't you tell your political friends about this?" asked Mahmoud. "They all know, but no one has definitive proof. Or they look at the Tracking and Pursuit Department that Brigadier Majid heads as if they're looking at a text each party interprets it according to its own interests." "Could Brigadier Majid really be so brutal? He seems like a pleasant man." "Just a minute ago you were calling him cruel and evil. How come he's suddenly pleasant?" "What I mean is he doesn't seem like a criminal in the way you've just described him, as the head of an assassination squad. That's hard to believe." "Anyway, the best way to protect yourself from evil is to keep close to it. I humor him so he doesn't stand in the way of my political ambitions, and so he doesn't put a bullet in the back of my head, fired by one of those fat guys with shaved heads, in response to an order from the Americans."