VICTIMS

We all know that we cannot change a situation without victims (metaphorical or literal).

Saturday noon, some minutes after twelve, Talat Harb street started -suddenly- to full with people and at the end of the street from the round ground of Tahrir Square, you could see thick black smoke.

People started to run and the owners of the shops to close the shades quickly. Some people immortalized the history with cameras and mobiles.

Walking to the bus station of Tahrir Square, just some meters from the statue-guardian of the area, the army was around the street to control the situation and as you was watching the street, it was like the Mugama Bulding was burning (later I saw, on television, that were the tents that were burning).

From Mashpiro direction, a group of soldiers (sorry, I don’t know the army terminology) was crossing the bus station, walking to the Square. They were singing a song, something like anthem, I suppose to make them feel good and to give them courage.

One person, the tallest and strongest was wearing a hood-mask.

It was like a hangman in the Middle Ages, a master in the porno films, a betrayer during the german occupation, a killer in the B-thrillers…

It was disgusting. I really would like to know how a person like him feels. Which are his feelings? He feels proud? Disgraced? It is an obligation for him or a personal joy?

He feels happy because he has power?

Are the soldiers really hard and inhuman or just they don’t have another option?

At the end of the row, two soldiers were holding a young boy (approximately 18 years old). His was wearing a black footer with hood and his face was full of blood.

Some people were around the soldiers and were talking to them. I didn’t understand the language, but according to my perception, they were asking from the soldiers to leave the boy. The two soldiers were growling “la, la” that means “no”.

And they kept walking. I started crying. It was too much for me. A friend of mine had written in the morning that the previous day a friend of him killed in Tahrir Square.

And I really wonder: Do they really understand that they are all victims. Soldiers and revolutionaries? They are stooges at a fixing chessboard?

Even if there is no fraud at the elections, does anyone trust the politicians? I am sure that finally the real victim will be the people, the wonderful Egyptian nation. Politicians will cheat them.

It happens always, it is not the first time. And you really ask yourself. Finally, we are all and always victims? And what about the real victims? The dead people of the revolution?

I cannot answer. I just feel an enormous anxiety about the future and what I real wish from the bottom of my heart, is not to count any other victims anymore (metaphorically or literally). No more mothers crying for their children.

I hope the heaven is open now, and my wish will be accepted!