the war. When I got home that day I started stammering and my temperature shot up. My parents thought Iâd caught the flu. I stayed at home for a week and read my favourite book, The Gadfly, by Voinovich. **
Why force me to remember all this? After I got back I couldnât bear to wear my âpre-warâ jeans and shirts. They belonged to some stranger, although they still smelt of me, as my mother assured me. That stranger no longer exists. His place had been taken by someone else with the same surname â which Iâd rather you didnât mention. I rather liked that other person.
âFather,â the gadfly asks his former mentor, Montanelli, âis your God satisfied now?â Iâd like to throw these words like a grenade â but at who?
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How did I end up here? I simply believed what I read in the papers. âThere was a time when young people were really capable of achieving something and sacrificing themselves for a great cause,â I thought, âbut now weâre good for nothing and Iâm no better than the rest. Thereâs a war on, and I sit here sewing dresses and thinking up new hair-dos.â Mum wept. âIâll die,â she said. âI beg you. I didnât give birth to you just so as to bury your arms and legs separately from the rest of you.â
My first impressions? Kabul Airport was all barbed wire, soldiers with machine-guns and barking dogs. Officers turned up to pick out the prettiest and youngest of us girls. Quite openly. A major came up to me. âIâll give you a lift to your battalion if you donât mind my truckâ.
âWhat truckâs that?â
âItâs a 200.â
I already knew that â200â meant dead bodies and coffins. âAny coffins?â I asked.
âTheyâre being unloaded right now,â he told me.
It was an ordinary KamaZ truck with a tarpaulin. They were throwing the coffins out like so many crates of ammunition. I was horrified and the soldiers realised I was a new arrival.
I got to my unit. The temperature was 60 degrees Celsius and there were enough flies in the toilet to lift you from the ground with their wings. No showers. I was the only woman.
Two weeks later I was summoned by the battalion commander. âYouâre going to live with me, sweetheart!â he informed me. I had to fight him off for two months. Once I almost threw a grenade at him: another time I grabbed a knife and threatened him with it. âYouâre just after bigger fish. You know which side your breadâs buttered!â was his usual comment. I got as tough as old boots there. Then one day he just said, âFuck off!â and that was the end of it.
I started swearing too. In fact, I got really coarse. I was transferred to Kabul as a hotel-receptionist. To begin with I reacted to men like a wild animal. Everyone could tell there was something wrong with me. âAre you crazy? We wonât bite you!â theyâd say.
I just couldnât get out of the habit of self-defence. If someone asked me for a cup of tea Iâd yell at them: âYeah, and what else â a quickie?â Then one day I found ⦠love? Thatâs not a word much used over there. He used to introduce me to his friends as his âwifeâ, and Iâd whisper in his ear, âYour Afghan wife, you mean.â
Once, when we were driving together in an armoured car, we were shot at. I threw myself over him but luckily the bullet went into the hatch. Heâd been sitting with his back to the sniper and hadnât seen him. When we got back he wrote to his wife about me. He didnât get any letters from home for two months after that.
I love shooting. I enjoy emptying a whole magazine at a single burst â it makes me feel good. Once I killed a muj. Weâd gone into the hills to get some fresh air and make love. I heard a noise from behind a rock. I was so scared
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