If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm any hostility.
We would stand defenceless when the oppressors would communicate in their only method by raising their advanced weaponry at us.But again we would escape miraculously, constructing the next plan of survival. Darwin’s mechanism “survival of the fittest” was practised daily in our lives.
Maybe our oppressors will be targeted, decades from now when history’s pages will reveal the truth, unbiased events which occurred like how people refer to Stalin’s Russia, or Hitler’s Germany.
Our skeletal faces, fatigue figures were indicators of the poor state of our wellbeing, you expressed an exotic beauty which was did not deserve to look unhealthy, it was for however, only a matter of time, I was determined we were close, so close to the border…at last I could begin to dream about a new life where anything was possible and we would live together in harmony.
We walked further the unbearable pain of the large blisters of the soles of our feet went quite unnoticed as you took my hand in your soft delicate palm, you glanced at me and in the unusual dead silence of the clear night you revealed your desires for a bright future. I listened intently amused and bewildered by your tales of a utopian lifestyle. Your affectionate voice was soothing to my ears which have heard only depressing sounds for so long. Just then cracking sounds of rifles bombarded the vast quiet night sky, and you fell before my eyes. Fell before continuing your talks of the future. Fell onto the rough sand, silent and dead, like the night had started.
