Raci Bey and his men were standing outside the restaurant and a young captain, who led the town gendarmerie, was walking was walking over to his car. I could see that Raci Bey was beside himself, his face flushed bright crimson.
'You dog,' he screamed at one of his men, who stood meekly before him with his hands clasped. Raci then slapped him across the face. The captain turned to see what was happening and Raci slapped the man again.
And then he left.
The man sat down at the base of the wall, covering his face with his hands. He must have been crying. No one went over to help him.
'This Raci Bey is bad news,' I thought, 'with no good intentions.'