Gert Strydom, 25 lipca 2013
It is night again when she is brought to the office where Petrof Petrofski, Carlos and the three black men are waiting on her. “I see you are doing better,” Carlos remarks smiling friendly and she gives him a look that sends him straight to hell.
“Maria, we have let you come to travel a (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 19 lipca 2013
Maria smells the sweat of the five men that hangs heavy in the stuffy room around her and the vomit pushes up in her throat, so that she has to force herself to swallow to stop the bile that is rising.
She is on her hands on the floor of the room, with her legs in the air and her feet against the (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 10 lipca 2013
The Russian throws the electrical cord to one of the corners of the room and draws Maria on her hair to the middle of the room.
“It is clear that you are an enemy agent. The time for games has passed. Unless you start talking and confess to everything, things are going to get rather nasty (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 26 czerwca 2013
Maria Ramos tries to stop shivering, when her jacket is pulled off her shoulders while she is loaded into one of the Jeeps on the quay.
There is a cold wind blowing suddenly out of the direction of the sea and the ride in the open Jeeps makes her even colder.
She is happy for the darkness (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2013
It is a humid hot evening, but a cool breeze is blowing over the beach were Maria Ramos is watching the lights of Luanda from a big rock.
It must be hours that she is sitting there, as she first realises that its high tide when a big wave breaks against the rock splashing her wet.
For a moment (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 11 czerwca 2013
They are barely half an hour in the air with the ‘bosbok” military light aircraft, when an Angolan Mig-21 appears from the naught telling them in broken English to change direction to where Luanda is situated.
Beneath them there are broken veldt with trees and some hillocks and the “bosbok” (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 5 czerwca 2013
It is cool in the shade of the blue gum trees that are planted next to the river where they are eating some of the sandwiches that Maria had prepared earlier that morning, while sitting with their feet in the river.
“What made you decide to follow such a dangerous profession? There are many (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 30 maja 2013
After all the years it’s still difficult for Maria to talk about that tragic day, which had shattered Angola forever for her. She swallows at the knob in her throat, before she draws Ryno down on the grass next to the fountain and the Venus statue.
“My dad had been a good person,” she (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 22 maja 2013
The sweet smell of sugarcane is suddenly replaced by the odour of pine trees and when the road meanders up a hillock, they suddenly see pine forests as far as the eye can see.
“It would be the easiest thing to set a ambush down there somewhere,” Ryno remarks and he notices that Maria is caught (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 16 maja 2013
The short time that they are still together before Ryno have got to leave is for both of them like a great holiday. In the few day that Ryno is still recovering, Maria takes leave and secretly they explore the river with a canoe, catch some fish and disappear into the veldt, where they have picnic (... więcej)
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