By Laura Costantini e Loredana Falcone - Maprosti & Lisanti Publisher
Since the hole in the fence began to flow a small crowd of ragged T-shirt. The CD player that Sweta Ali proudly showed his classmates had finished with the draw around him the most how many kids pass the headphones could be satisfied before the end of the recreation.
"I gave it to my brother. Rhamul gave me for my birthday, "he kept repeating.
Not that the other persons, at least not since the last successful Planetfunk that echoed almost to distortion in the ear ...
about the same volume, the same song, Who Said, Shaul helped to imagine a completely different world beyond the hull of the tank. A world where a boy as he spent his eighteen years to fuck around with friends rather than waiting for the order to unleash a storm of fire on civilian homes. The crawler was stuck in a road that was just enough to contain it. The goal, as far as I knew Shaul, was a shed where members of the Brigades of Al-Aqsa Martyrs preparing explosives for their attacks. He knew that area of \u200b\u200bEast Jerusalem while he was still a boy, had become a duty, along with his fellow bravado, to prove his mettle by going to exchange with Palestinian children throwing stones. He also knew that between their position and the goal were civilian homes, and especially a school. He was sure that if he turned off the CD player, he could hear the noise of schoolchildren spent in the recreation yard ...
"How lucky you to have a brother Rhamul size, "said Yunis, fascinated by the glow of silver from the sun drew small player as he tried to ask for the courage to touch it.
"Rhamul is very strong," Ali inflation. "When this country we will be in the hands of Palestinians, he will be a very important person, the right arm of Rais, because it is a great warrior of Islam. And then I will buy a Playstation with a bunch of games! "
" I swear that I'll play it! "
" Sure. You are my friend and Rhamul always say that friends are sacred and that we must share what we have with friends. "Grabbed
Yunis ball and stretched his hands toward the CD player.
"Five minutes ..." assured by the disc from the beginning again. Even
Shaul would gladly listened to the cd from the beginning, but at that moment the intercom began to croak orders. Although the approach maneuver had been carried out with great care and on Saturday, the day when Palestinians hardly expected retaliatory action by the Israelis, the surprise was going to fuck off. They had to act now and the commander ordered him to prepare to fire the second coordinate set.
"Lord, here we will also take the school ..."
"These are the orders, soldier. "
" But this time the children are all there. "
" Shit, Levy, I gave you an order, run it! "
Shaul was tempted to say that those same words have been repeated ad nauseum during the Nuremberg trials. His grandfather had told him. But he knew that would not be served. Set the coordinates, but imperceptibly raised the bar, hoping that the bullets were flying over those kids, encouraging them to save themselves ....
"Yunis, the master calls ..."
"We expect that all fell within the other, come on!"
They had each a headset, the volume to the fullest extent player's feet and trying to keep pace with steps to improvising music that belonged to another world. Virtually
not heard the whistle of the cannon. The blow is struck in the narrow alley between the school yard and shed, causing a hail of red-hot shrapnel. Ali saw the sparkle and thought they were beautiful, much nicer than any video game. I feel no pain. He managed to realize, before dark, the game was over.
Editor's note: Any small errors are caused by inaccuracies of typing. The song was copied from the book and not by copying and pasting ....
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