Near the Cinema Rex a woman’s body hung from a butcher’s meat hook. I don’t know this, of course. I arrive in Oran, Algeria, almost fourteen years later. Neither do I know that at Petit Lac, a dismal place along the airport road where I sometimes go to poke around in a junk yard, men, women and children snatched from my familiar city streets were slaughtered—bulldozers were used to bury them. The bodies are still hidden there. Over fifty years later the families of those who disappeared are uncertain of their fate. On streets where people like me were hunted…