I sit on the sidelines. My eyes are on the watchman. He smiles, tells us about the rifles, shows us how to aim. He points it at the ground, simulates the bang. He introduces us to his comrades.
A tired-looking old man with the first wrinkles of old age and a long beard sets about cleaning the Kalashnikov, says he loves that rifle like loving a woman.
He wants to give me a candy. An American journalist gave it to him. I shake my head, he insists, but I desist and give up those candies w i t h all my heart. I gave up the fruit candy when the war started, I realized I didn"t have a taste for it anymore.
There is a map on the board. The main goal is to take Pale before the beginning of summer. They study a plan to violate the "no-fly zone" imposed by NATO. And, if necessary, take some Blue
