But Mahmoud’s old doubts came back in the evening. He and his brother were walking along streets that grew more and more empty, past faces deprived of any vitality. Exhausted pedestrians were trudging home or standing silently at bus stops. Some men were sitting against a wall, dozing, their faces on their knees. Mahmoud pointed at them and asked, “Who is going to carry out this revolution of yours? They are all sleeping.” His brother replied, “These very people will do it. One day they will sprout wings.”
– From Shah of Shahs, Ryszard Kapuscinski, Vintage International, 1992.