Every one have their eyes fixed on the TV set and we all remain in silence. The most impressive thing about the filming is that it is in real time, no cuts, no editing, and at least during 10 minutes the screen is completely blank and we can only hear sounds. First the mudaicin singing in mourning, sounds become more and more inaudible, total and profound silence and... here comes the first explosion, the screen shines in orange and screams and groans are heard; then, abruptly, without transition, the scene is lightened with a plain white light.
It’s plain day now and we can see the damages: all ruins. There are some dead hens on top of a wall and also some alive ones, nibbling between the ruins.
The family is not there. Some kids dangerously escalate the ruins. We have now been waiting for three nights for the same scene to repeat itself. Three more houses here are planned to disappear in the middle of an explosion. People continue to live in them and international activists sleep there each night in solidarity. Will it happen tonight? Buff, I hope not… I need to sleep.
azalai