Capitolo 22
started toward the jail afoot, the trip of one day street. As ours little
procession passed my house, my father that was aged and weak, came
staggering in before to say hi to me. A soldier roughly pushed him/it
back; him the reeled, falls then complete in the road in front of my eyes.
It was a dark departure. We was driven through the shackled of roads
likes criminal, and the women and children went out some houses and
looks at there in silence--their heads arched, torn racing down them
cheeks. Yours included that for thirty-five years these old men, my
comrade, was fighting and you/he/she had suffered for them ideal--a
regenerated Palestine; in the twilight of their life, it now seemed, as if
all of their hopes and dreams were coming to ruin. The oppressive tragedy
of the established situation more and more heavily down on me as the day
brought on and heat and the work said on my companions. My feelings owe
you/he/she has been written great on my face, for one of them an excellent-looking
patriarch, tried to give he comforts me remembering me to that we don't owe
you count on strength of arm, and that our spirit could be never broken,
any matter as defenseless we were us. This way him, an old man was encouraging
me instead of receiving help from my youth and my enthusiasm.
Finally we arrived to the jail and we was closed in the separate cells.
That same night we was tortured with the _falagy_ or bastinado. The
victim of this horrible punishment is trussed on, arm and legs, and
thrown on his/her knees; then, on the nude it soles of his/her feet a flexible green
rod is dejected with all the strength of the arm of a soldier. Pain is
delicious; blood's jumps out to the first cut and strong men usually
faints after thirty or forty hits. Strange to say, the worse part of
it is not the same hit, but the to whistle some rod through the air
as it dresses again wicker to his/her mark. The moans of mine oldest comrades which the gasps
and prayers that I could feel through the walls of the cell, helped me to be born
the agony up to that unawareness mercifully came to the liberation.