Gert Strydom, 14 marca 2013
It’s five o’clock in the morning and Dino Mahambo is drinking big sips of strong coffee, that his adjutant, Laranja had made for him. Although it is still biting cold, Mahambo sweats where the group of officers are gather under the sharp lights in his office.
Mahambo wipes the sleep from his (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 7 marca 2013
It only takes Ryno seconds to remove the telescopic sight and noise suppressor from the Heckler and Koch 417 and to zip it in the watertight bag, before he climbs down from the tree.
It feels to him as if the eyes of every person in the enemy camp are looking at him, while he moves between the graves (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 28 lutego 2013
It is some hysteric screaming that wakes Dino Mahambo from his afternoon sleep, where he dozed away in the comfortable chair behind his desk.
The screaming sounds like the shrill screaming of women at the top of their voices and what is worse is that it is becoming louder. What is more, Dino Mahambo (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 28 lutego 2013
It is some hysteric screaming that wakes Dino Mahambo from his afternoon sleep, where he dozed away in the comfortable chair behind his desk.
The screaming sounds like the shrill screaming of women at the top of their voices and what is worse is that it is becoming louder. What is more, Dino Mahambo (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 15 lutego 2013
From the cover of the Blue gum tree Ryno can observe the enemy camp clearly; where it lies to the west, northwest and southwest of him and runs along the eastern bank of the river.
That Cassinga had been a mining town is quite clear to Ryno, when he looks at the shaft towers of the dilapidated iron (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 5 lutego 2013
The wind hits the rain with whipping venom in Ryno Burger’s face where he gazes into the night at the open hatch of the Hercules. The heavy weather is unusual for a late February 1983 summer and the South African bush war still rages on and the aeroplane drones forth into the night deep over hostile (... więcej)
Gert Strydom, 21 stycznia 2013
Maria Ramos feels stiff and wet with sweat behind the steering wheel of the 1970-model Peugeot; when she drives nearer tot the Cassinga camp from the direction of Lubango and stops in front of a gate manned by armed guards.
Maria wipes her long black hair from her classical beautiful face and both (... więcej)
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