Le notti di Keshwar non erano mai dormienti accanto alla sua sposa. Keshwar si svegliava in preda ad incubi. I pensieri che ossessionavano la sua mente dal giorno della tragica morte dei figli avvenuta a Luglio, Only six months earlier, gave him no respite.
Dripping with sweat and in the throes of tremendous anxiety, Keshwar relived every waking images of that terrible day.
Kamal, the eldest son, he woke up early that morning of July 26, 2010 and after having milked the cows went to market to sell the milk.
The nearest market is important and Rigi in the Sangin district, not far from their home.
Kamal did not want to hear why, in spite of Meena's mother begs him not to attend the market because of frequent attacks by the forces of employment for no reason, just to terrorize the population or with the excuse to hit military targets, firing rockets from the devastating power where they had more chances to cause the greatest number of victims.
Kamal nodded, trying to reassure the mother, but gave up the project to be helpful to the family.
Both parents were aware that the sale of the milk depended on the survival of the family.
Kamal had a brother seven years, Rethas. Apple of his eye.
That morning, the small and calm debate triggered by the mother in order to convince Kamal to desist from going to the market, had awakened the little Rethas saw that his brother was about to leave, he began to accompany him to fail and thus have the opportunity to visit the market Rigi where he could find any broken or roasted sweet sugar typical of that country.
The small, shrewd Rethas despite his seven years, he knew how to persuade his brother to take the lead market. Clung to the neck and after giving him a sound kiss on the cheek said, "Kamal love you so, take me with you to Rigi, please."
Kamal after a short pause, looking at the big eyes just blacks pearled the tears of small, agreed. Rethas knew how to steal his heart.
tranquillizzarre So he tried to kiss on the forehead with his mother that he had resigned to some extent, as if the small company Rethas he could be a sort of certificate of good conduct for kamal, in case the military Italians or the Americans had stopped at one of the many checkpoints along the road.
often at checkpoints, the military despite being well armed and equipped, had panicked for no reason by opening fire and killing people who had stopped for the controls.
Meeena thought that before a child maybe the military would have a more serene and prudent, so it was.
The two reached the market at 6 am. Rethas was agitated, the abundance of crafts stalls, exposed to the exalted.
exposed Mostly there were household utensils, but the lively imagination of Rethas assigned to each object a function of the toy.
Thus, the passage through the retail market with his older brother, described the use he would object if he could possess them.
Kamal nodded absently, was too focused on finding a good place, as close to the main passage where he could stretch the mat and place the can of milk.
few minutes later found him, but laid the mat, put the bin, pulled out a piece of bread from rice flour to share with small and while they looked into his eyes, both happy with the place and their proximity, a high pitched noise broke the voices of the people.
Explosion and silence.
Rigi The bomb caused 52 deaths. Among these kamal and Rethas. Their bodies were never found and buried, or perhaps mixed with pieces other bodies.
These were the thoughts of Keshswar, every morning, every moment of the day. Meena after the tragedy had lost his voice and wit.
Keshwar stolen that morning wearing a uniform and an Afghan policeman after being mixed in a group of Italian soldiers, murdered in cold blood Corporal Luca Sanna 33 year old career soldier.
Keshwar did not seek revenge, but only the surrender of injustice suffered by his children. Treacherously killed, unarmed.
Keshwar knew that he would be called a "terrorist infiltration." But he felt first and foremost a father, an Afghan in terra Afgana.
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