Nov. 17th, 2006

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Flinching and cringing shadows on young faces of men and women in the chair and me, bending over to them, two tubes in my gloved hands, while the doc pokes their gums with needles, holding and patting their shoulders with the eternal question:"Are you ok?", talking nonsense about dogs and children, fighting with tongues, looking inside (you can almost see their souls through their mouths, I swear!), noticing their clenched fists and frowned foreheads, thinking: Irak, how was it THERE for you?

Perhaps it is only us who are taught to hold and hide the pain, to cry only when angels give us their own ok, to preserve, to persevere. One can not expect the same from a Prozac nation, even if you put on a spotted suit on a boy of 22 and call it a uniform.

Last smile and fast steps out of this place. "You did good" - I tell him. It is over.

Strange, almost euphoric tenderness to their trembling lips and eyes, searching my face for the answers I do not have.
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