Thursday, 20 November 2014

LESS (true story)


In that late afternoon Dan left with a bag in his hands to look for his friend. He had one thousand thoughts in his head. “Less has survived the war. Less is alive. Is it possible that he has forgotten me? What if…!” Dan walked through the village, with an unusual pace, not noticing the burned down and ruined houses, nor the walls with their threatening graffiti in the Cyrillic alphabet, nor the noise of the children who had just returned to what was their home after three month in the war camps.
By the stream on the other side of the village graveyard he stopped. On the far bank there was a red tape that waved in the wind. They had told him this was where they had seen Less.
 There he was, on the other side of the stream. He was coming shyly toward Dan. “There he is!” shouted Dan, excitement in his voice, and he opened the bag to take out the food. Emotionally Dan walked toward his tape. As Dan got closer to him Less stopped only ten or twenty yards away, behind the red tape. As Dan got closer to him Less moved further back as if he were telling him, ”No. I do not know you. I have started a new life. I find it better among the beasts. I do not want any more of torture. I do not tree, and shot five times … Only one bullet hit me, here in my leg, here … see, my left leg. And they killed Sam’s Jackie in front of her door. We have done nothing. And never ever again will I trust men.”
 The master leaned on a tree and felt the could sweat rolling down his forehead, striving to think of a way to get his Less back.  He stood up slowly, made another step towards Less, looking at him very carefully, but he realized that the good animal was not going to obey. He continued to walk toward Less with care, but Less bared his teeth, leapt up and ran towards the minefield, barking in fury, ”No!” Dan called when he heard the explosion … “he killed himself, they killed him, I killed him!”
Looking at the torn and bloody body of his friend he thought he saw the men in uniform telling him cynically, “We kill even when we are not there!”
Auckland, 5 February 2000
Sabit Abdyli      


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