The pile of luggage from Flight KGL9268 looked strange sitting in a pile in the middle of the desert. Suitcases spilled open to disgorge summer clothes. On the top of the forlorn heap were children’s toys and a baby’s push chair.
Despite the brisk wind in the Sinai, the smell of death was still strong at the scene of the crash. Scraps and shards of the ruined aircraft lay nearby, some of them stained with dry blood. Scraps of clothing hung to the jagged edges of the metal.