Gert Strydom, 23 october 2013
“We have escaped! We are free! We are flying away,” Maria cheers and at that moment the radio crackles in the earphones and the control tower tries to make contact with the helicopter. For a moment Ryno considers switching off the radio-set but decides against it.
Moments later they hear (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 8 october 2013
When the group comes back to the place where they had camped, the rain has stopped. Some of the Unita-soldiers dig a small hole and after a while they light a small fire with wet wood.
They celebrate and a brandy bottle is given from on to the other, while they are shivering around the small fire. (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 4 october 2013
Early the next morning they walk the last few kilometres to Cuito Canavale, where they set up a position in a wooded aria near to the enemy air field.
Maria accompanies them when Ryno and one of the soldiers move nearer to enemy airport to do some scouting.
The three of them sneaks from bush (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 4 october 2013
Early the next morning they walk the last few kilometres to Cuito Canavale, where they set up a position in a wooded aria near to the enemy air field.
Maria accompanies them when Ryno and one of the soldiers move nearer to enemy airport to do some scouting.
The three of them sneaks from bush (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 27 september 2013
Suddenly, I don't know why, I took notice of the ever revolving fan hanging from the ceiling. It has always been there. But I never looked at it. I have never thought of it before.
It is there. Like the eye of the heaven, it always, is, there. I sleep, I wake, I eat, I do good things, I sin, and (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 26 september 2013
Early the next morning Ryno is testing the six Unita-soldiers that have been given as a team to him. Equipped with their firearms they jog a few kilometres into the field, where he put up some beer bottles as targets to test the shooting abilities of the men.
There AK-47 sub-machineguns are in (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 24 september 2013
It’s almost 2 o’clock in the morning.
It was still raining. I looked out the window. I could see lights from two or three windows. I couldn’t see the sky because the tall buildings were hindering my vision. From a very small opening in my window I could only see very few things. There was one (... więcej)
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 24 september 2013
Today, after a long time, I feel like writing something- a feeling that everything around me is shrinking, I have nowhere to go, there is nothing left for me in this world, I am too old to even seek silly childish happiness- I have to write about them. Everything has become so colorless to me. Why? Every (... więcej)
Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 20 september 2013
When I was a little boy, I had a habit of browsing my elder brothers’ textbooks to look for anything interesting to read. I remember seeing a drawing of a dog in one of those textbooks. The dog had a bone clamped in its mouth as it stares at its reflection through a probably deep river. Under the picture (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 18 september 2013
A lot later they feel that they are being watched and when they look up, it is into the faces of Roberto and his officers. “Thank you for the good work that you are doing here,” Roberto remarks.
“Everything has got a price with you. I wonder how you are going to pay us, for this. Roberto, (... więcej)
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