But wait, I thought, perhaps I can still film him. I’m sure Omar’s hands are dirty now from the soil. Perhaps he’ll wash them in the bathroom in his office. I ran as fast as I could to Omar’s office. I got on my knees and looked inside the room. At last, I had some good luck. The jewellery was on his desk, the necklace and the earrings. I began filming. The door to the bathroom was open, but I coundn’t see Omar through it.