Singing Zagros Company in Baghdad
With some difficulty I opened my eyes. I saw myself on the bed. Around surrounded by curtains. I could not see anything. As if he were still enduring behind. When I tried to see my feet, that what I have to, I saw a large splint Zyrnshymngah to tip my paws are closed, and the bands have very viscous leg bandaged. The rest of my wounds bandaged Bvdnd.nag·han the curtain was pushed aside. For the first time for 3 to 4 months since Azamm to the front, so I had captured enemies, my eye was a female nurse. The woman who brought me breakfast, stood beside my bed. Began to talk with the Arabic greeting that I did not notice.
Breakfast was a boiled egg and some milk, put on the table beside my bed. Then go. While I was with, I was not too hungry. But I wanted to Srbkshm glass of milk. When I take my glasses, I felt, I can not. Although many have tried, but did not succeed. I gave up and lay down on the bed. I wanted a little rest, but I did not remember that urine pressure during the few days I have even a drop of urine, the Bryd.dr"m safe here during this time, when I regained consciousness, I had never felt the urine.
For the first time that I was under pressure and felt a strange pain Mykrdm.dr nurse her back this time. Breakfast dishes were going to win. Nkhvrdhand.fhmyd"ve realized that I have not been able to eat. So he took the glass of milk in front of my mouth and I ate. I wanted to go back to work, he got to know the status of your urine. She nodded and left. A few minutes later returned with a metal tight. Tight (or the wounded in urine) and went to his side. It was not a problem anymore. I could not lift myself to all my work. I waited to come back to take over. When I came to, I told him: "I can not. Raise a little flat to make it easier to do my job. " He did it and went. Finally, with great effort could put in between my legs. With a "splint" that were closed to foot, was difficult. I had a great burning, so finally poured out. But not inside the container. But the pressure on bed linen. Urine, but was more like the blood. When I saw it was, I was so embarrassed. I"ve tried Mlhfhay that was beneath my feet, and I clean or the front of my nurse, but could not. The top sheet over my head and pulled the empty container next to my bed. Finally, she was a nurse. I blushed and did not want to get out of my head. "The brief?" (Over?) Bed linen taken from the serum. Finally, he knew how to water my flowers! ...
Finally realized. I was waiting for her case. Or maybe his beatings! But when I picked up the bed, tears flowed from her eyes. It was clear that understood my situation and he felt burned. Slowly shook her head to console me. Not the sort of wanted to say something. However, the bed was pulled from beneath. Soon the two young men were. She was a nurse with them. Had brought them clothes torn military was still in my body, them. However, the point where my body was injured from the point of tearing my clothes with a little more space around the wound, the dressing had. That has not clothes were full. Left pants leg had dug for full splint. The two young first-shirt surgery, were mutilated after the Zyrpvshm. In short, my body was bare.
I remember a small booklet of the Court "protect" was still in my pocket. They took it. Mchyam time was also inside the shirt pocket and had not noticed any Iraqi. Interestingly, returned them to me. The rest of my pants were also torn. But the intensity of the stench escaped and returned after a few minutes with the mask! A "dishdasha" or the Arabic term wear on the body. I was very comfortable.
I feel lighter. When it was quiet around me and my mates were injected housing, I went to sleep. Maybe one or two hours of sleep I was awakened me with vigorous shaking. Two Iraqi soldiers were. They were armed. Came with a wheelchair. They were going to kill me. Because, they can not take away my wheelchair, to move out of his hospital bed. Theaters had to move out. I was aware of everything, I was watching the situation. We were close to the exit doors.
In front of the ambulance was waiting. Behind it was open. The ambulance took me to close flat. One of them went inside the ambulance. Head and neck, and the second legs took me out of the bed and placed in an ambulance. I closed the door and sat on the Dvjlv. One driver and one on his side. They move very quickly. The movements of the soldiers was so rushed as if they were playing in movies like kidnappers.
I still did not know, where I live. I look out the glass thin lines of constant emergency. Sulaimaniyah city streets behind Mygzashtym one after another, until after a while we were out of the city. Instead of streets, desert to be seen. Where tree, where mountains, strange has been amazing. It was then that I did not travel by car on a desert road. I wanted very much in the way of Iraq from thin strips on the glass ambulance watched. I said, "Where are my truth?" Ambulance had taken the road and went forward.