There are similar portraits of Bashir all over the street, the men in the trenches are deadlocked, and he finally grabs the guns of his comrades and shoots, accompanied by dancing beautiful and cruel waltzes, 10 minutes, or 10 seconds. Bashir's huge poster , full of black bullet holes, staring, with his eyes that have remained unchanged for a long time. In the
orchard, the light and shadow are shining, passing through the trees, and abruptly swaying on the cheeks of the soldiers, on the clothes. A little boy with a rocket launcher hit the The tank in front of him. The sound of gunshots, da da da. On the ground, there is a little boy's bloody corpse. The
night is thick, the man behind the huge rock, crawling and diving into the sea. To the south. In the sea, undulating and rippling. He sneaked, dodging the enemy's search. The sea pushed him to the light, and as a deserter, there was a vague Hebrew from a distance.
26 dogs, fierce and cruel, barking In the distant past, the man trembled a little, and then shot them to death one by one. He clearly remembered the appearance of any one of them. It eventually became a nightmare for many years. He was in the small building, through the window, and heard the suffocating bark.
One During dinner, his subordinates told him that innocent civilians were being killed indiscriminately. That midnight, the young man drank some whiskey, and the moonlight shone strangely on him through the carved window bars. He called the superior. Asked , always whether anyone saw it with their own eyes, they didn't. The answer is to thank you for telling Yom Kippur Happy Yom Kippur.
Sirs, you can't always see death.
After the massacre, the little girl who was half-covered in the rubble could only see her nose. Above, small head, curly hair, flies landed on her cheeks, and flew away again.
The men who helped burn the flares fired one by one from the rooftops of the attic, like fireworks, and the city was dim and beautiful. The color of the sky, the sky, the fall, the chaotic light is leading the way for the slaughter.
Turn around, lean against the wall, raise your hand, kill, fall.
Opposite the skyscraper is the sea, a young naked man, immersed in water , He looked up, saw his toes, and got up with his companions. Against the resistance of the water, he walked slowly to the beach. The backs of the three men in clothes seemed to be on fire. At an intersection, groups of women and children fled, and the man in the lead stopped and went against the flow of people. What he saw was his unfocused eyes.
So, is it just his hallucination after all?
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