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199 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1984


To own a gun for one courageous moment, maybe with a bayonet on it as well. But whoever said that the sky rained rifles the way it rained manna and quails? For the last ten years Shakib had been able to steal hundreds, at least, of weapons. He didn't ask permission from anyone. What are you waiting around for, Mr. Mansur? Do you think you're going to find a rifle or a machine gun on the doorstep of your house some morning? This is the revolution! That's what everyone says, and you're not going to know what that means until you sling a gun over your shoulder, a gun that shoots. How long are you going to wait?
”Abu Saad had been crushed. Crushed by the poor, crushed by the victors, crushed by the ration card… What could he do? Saad’s going restored his spirits and that day he was a little better. He saw the camp in another way. He lifted his head and began to look around. He looked at me and he looked at his children differently. Do you understand? If you could just see him now, strutting around like a rooster. He can’t see a gun on a young man’s shoulder without moving aside and caressing it, as if it were his own old gun that had been stolen and he had just now found it again.”
Suddenly came the sound of the sea, exactly the way it used to be. Oh no, the memory did not return to him little by little. Instead, it rained down inside his head the way a stone wall collapses, the stones piling up, one upon another. The incidents and events came to him suddenly and began to pile up and fill his entire being.