tale 68 destiny and mother's heart Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334 79 74

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Destiny and mother's heart He greedily drank the little sips that were slowly instilled into his mouth, then slowly, he opened his eyes. Now he remembered what had happened. He had been placed on the edge of a pit with a hundred others and shot from behind. In the seconds before the shot, his whole life ran down in front of him like a film. As he was about to draw a conclusion, he felt the bullet hit like a club in his back and everything went black. His body had not felt how and where he had fallen. He had just been drinking water. Where did that come from? It did not rain. A little wet came again. Maybe he was bleeding in his mouth, drinking his own blood. Every movement was impossible, no strength as if paralyzed. His eyes moved slowly from right to left. Almost complete darkness around him, clouds covered the moon. It took tremendous strength to look down. Nothing. He was already too weak to look up. A little moisture in his mouth again. "Can you hear me?" a voice asked as if came from a great distance. His eyelids kept dropping, but he realized that he was still alive, that the moisture was not blood but water. Someone instilled it into his mouth, small, almost measured amounts so that he would not choke. "Do you hear me?" the question came again. She lifted his head a little and put the arm of another executed man under it. Now he saw a woman. Her face was only half a meter away from his eyes. He searched his memory but didn't know her. She must have noticed that he was slowly coming to conscience, so she started talking longer. "Today is my son's birthday." Hate distorted her voice. “He would have been twenty-one years old. You took him with you six months ago. I begged him not to go, but he couldn't be stopped. You put that nonsense into his head. I prayed and cried, nobody listened to me.” She paused a little. "Then uniformed men came in the middle of the night, pulled me out of bed, lifted me onto a truck and showed me a dead man. The flashlight lit his face.” She was clearly fighting with tears. "My son was dead." She gave him another sip of water. "Why did you take him with you? Didn't you want to die alone? Who cares about the world? What is freedom when someone is dead?” Now he could see the contours of her face a little better, but was unable to move his lips. "I wished you death, a thousand torments before dying." She poured the rest of the water over his head, got up and walked away. "Authoritarian systems are always hiding behind children and mother hearts." Then his eyelids closed. Continue with tale 69!

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