(from my best friend, Stefan Alievikj - Macedonia)
During the paradise
Preziminjata were on the world, why were probably related to the family and home, so never use or ask about them. It's strange: when I would like today to find some people who once knew the beach would have no better starting point than their nationality and bledoto memory of their faces.
Paradise turn into hell:
Began kicking, which soon turned into a lance. In the garden, hips, hands on, everywhere. Then pochekori trunk and started hitting her neck. Or at least I thought doing so. The shadow is not seen quite clearly and most of the stage was hidden by the broad back of Bags. I saw only when the camp. She was beheaded on Sammy. January otsekol and waved it in the air. (...) The scene before me with so much adrenaline napumpa forgot that I'm beaten. Can run the marathon, if needed, let alone in the dark otpolzam.
But we stayed there. Sun paralyze the disekcijata splavarite. Each otkinat ekstremitet zakovuvanje me how to be more about the place.
"Wait Chaveng in three days," read Only the stiff cold. "If you go back then, so we reached the beach. I'll see you there. Richard. "(...) The shine of soznanieshto that was so realistic that almost saw, their meaning became clear.
"After Tet, life returns to normal." (...) Sun lance, but cutting. Different pain less acute. Infinitely strange and disturbing.
"Not so," zajachiv.
Around my neck and wrapped something slips. Intestine. My, I thought, my brain is zgrchi fear and iskinav. Tugjincite laughing and more items opsipuvaa me. Hand raskopuvashe my chest. Ear zalepeno side of my head ...
/ lepenje 2 parche vo kolazhot /:
"Come on, Rich. Think. Think you need to do. "
"We should ..."
"Flat roof, the mob in a panic, there is no place ..."
"... The last helicopter."
"Great guy."
"Evacuation."
"Always."
Pator disappeared. Nozhovite halted. One gunman apologized and catch the stomach, another fell on bok waving hands ...
GAME OVER
14.9.1995 Last day on the beach
I feel that we should explain how all back home. But it will be a short report, because the story was finished. This is just an epilogue. Many talked. It remember most about the trip, the conversation. Pinned me to remember why it seemed so unexpected. I imagined some silence, we each pulled in their personal fears. The first part of the trip, night walk to the alloys, actually spent in silence. But just because they are afraid to not hear the guards. Once odlepivme from the shore and left, we opened mouths and no longer close.
(...)
October, 1996
At this moment sitting in front of the computer. At this moment I write this sentence in January. At this moment navrshuva one year and one month after letnav from Thailand. Never have met Francoise and Etienne. One day I will meet. It will be random, but I know that they will meet, because the world is small, but still less Europe.
With Kittim and Dzhed to watch continuously. Like those many conversations, and that is something I would not expect much. As a rule, had to part because we could not get out of the end of their joint past. But it was not so. We are good friends. Strange but vistinoto: both operate in the same place. Different companies, same building. What is more pochudno, the two took a job without knowing the other is there. But it is also pochudno, how to match the Indonesian hotel that camped two, so many years ago, one Kittim burned. Still have burned their offices, although it would be Icing on the cake. Kittim hates the their work (some gomnenici in administration), so shtoa it could happen. / Strange things happen all the time (Magnolija) /
And I ...
I'm good. Dream bad dreams, but Duffy never saw. I play video games. After a little pot. I stare at a large distance. I carry many scars ...
