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A Long Way Gone

Autor: Ishmael Beah
Nazev: A Long Way Gone - Memoirs of a Boy Soldier



O cem (a o kom) to je...
Pred nejakou dobou jsem vecer prepinala mezi kanaly, az jsem narazila na show Jona Stewarta, zrovna uvadejiciho jednoho ze svych hostu, ktery mel mluvit o sve nove knizce. Za stul si prisel sednout mlady, sympaticky, pohodove vypadajici chlapik...
Jeho jmeno je Ishmael Beah, a byval jednim z tisicu deti valcicich v Sierra Leone. Predstavte si 12leteho kluka, ktery zije v poklidne vesnicke atmosfere, chodi do skoly, s kamarady se uci texty z oblibenych hip-hopovych kazet, koupaji se v rece, a o nejake valce slysi jen z vypraveni...dokud Rebelove (RUF - Revolutionary United Front) nevtrhnou i do jeho vesnice. Postupne prijde o celou rodinu, je vecne na uteku, i kdyz vlastne nevi, kam jit, sam nebo s nekolika dalsimi kluky jeho veku, vecne spinavi a hladovi, cestou neustale narazeji na znicene vesnice, a samozrejme vsechny ty prisernosti pachane na lidech. Kdyz popisoval matku, ktera na zadech nesla svoje zastrelene miminko...me opravdu jen tak neco nerozhazi, ale tehle knizce se to nekolikrat povedlo.
Kdyz se kluci dostanou do vesnice pod kontrolou armady, mysli si, ze budou konecne v bezpeci. Jenze at uz armada nebo 'rebelove', vsichni potrebuji vojaky, a pokud jste dostatecne silni a udrzite zbran...vymyji vam mozek proslovy o pomste, nadopuji vas kokainem, nabudi sledovanim Ramba, a najednou je z vas vrazdici stroj. A je uplne jedno, ze na druhe strane stoji dalsi 13tilety kluk, ktery taky ztratil vsechno a nema kam jit.

Ven ho nakonec dostal UNICEF, a stat se znova 'lidskou bytosti' je samozrejme daleko tezsi, nez zacit vrazdit. Tenhle kluk mel ale ocividne neco navic, a hlavne obrovskou davku stesti. Dneska zije v New Yorku se svou adoptivni matkou a...prectete si tu knizku.

Doted si rikam - JAK nekdo tohle dokaze? Stejne jako kdyz jsem ho sledovala poprve v one show Jona Stewarta, fascinovane jsem zirala na jeho oblicej, poslouchala jeho hlas, bylo poznat, ze je srovnany sam se sebou...prosel si doslova peklem, a i kdyz ho do konce zivota budou trapit nocni mury, je v poradku, zvlada to, uziva si kazdou minutu, usmiva se, a jeste se snazi z toho vseho dostat kousek dobra, predat to vsechno dal (a ze napsat tuhle knizku nemohla byt zrovna prijemna zalezitost), aby to silenstvi snad jednoho dne skoncilo.

Nevim, co jeste rict, a neda se popsat, co ve mne tenhle clovek probudil. Mozna jen citace kritika Washington Post - "Everyone in the world should read this book."



New York City, 1998

My high school friends have begun to suspect I haven't told them the full story of my life.
"Why did you leave Sierra Leone?"
"Because there is a war."
"Did you witness some of the fighting?"
"Everyone in the country did."
"You mean you saw people running around with guns and shooting each other?"
"Yes, all the time."
"Cool."
I smile a little.
"You should tell us about it sometime."
"Yes, sometime."


*****


"We must strive to be like the moon." An old man in Kabati repeated this sentence often to people who walked past his house on their way to the river to fetch water, to hunt, to tap palm wine; and to their farms. I remember asking my grandmother what the old man meant. She explained that the adage served to remind people to always be on their best behavior and to be good to others. She said that people complain when there is too much sun and it gets unbearably hot, and also when it rains too much or when it is cold. But, she said, no one grumbles when the moon shines. Everyone becomes happy and appreciates the moon in their own special way. Children watch their shadows and play in its light, people gather at the square to tell stories and dance through the night. A lot of happy things happen when the moon shines. These are some of the reasons why we should want to be like the moon.
"You look hungry. I will fix you some cassava." She ended the discussion.
After my grandmother told me why we should strive to be like the moon, I took it upon myself to closely observe it. Each night when the moon appeared in the sky, I would lie on the ground outside and quietly watch it. I wanted to find out why it was so appealling and likable. I became fascinated with the different shapes that I saw inside the moon. Some nights I saw the head of a man. He had a medium beard and wore a sailor's hat. Other times I saw a man with an ax chopping wood, and sometimes a woman cradling a baby at her breast. Whenever I get a chance to observe the moon now, I still see those same images I saw when I was six, and it pleases me to know that that part of my childhood is still embedded in me.


*****


On the last day of the conference, a child from each country spoke briefly at the UN Economic and Social Council (ECOSOC) chamber about their country and experiences. There were diplomats and all sorts of influential people. They wore suits and ties and sat upright listening to us. I proudly sat behind the Sierra Leone name plaque, listening and waiting for my turn to speak. I had a speech that had been written for me in Freetown, but I decided to speak from my heart, instead. I talked briefly about my experience and my hope that the war would end - it was the only way that adults would stop recruiting children. I began by saying, "I am from Sierra Leone, and the problem that is affecting us children is the war that forces us to run away from our homes, lose our families, and aimlessly roam the forests. As a result, we get involved in the conflict as soldiers, carriers of loads, and in many other difficult tasks. All this is because of starvation, the loss of our families, and the need to feel safe and be part of something when all else has broken down. I joined the army really because the loss of my family and starvation. I wanted to avenge the deaths of my family. I also had to get some food to survive, and the only way to do that was to be part of the army. It was not easy being a soldier, but we just had to do it. I have been rehabilitated now, so don't be afraid of me. I am not a soldier anymore; I am a child. We are all brothers and sisters. What I have learned from my experiences is that revenge is not good. I joined the army to avenge the deaths of my family and to survive, but I've come to learn that if I am going to take revenge, in that process I will kill another person whose family will want revenge; then revenge and revenge and revenge will never come to an end..."



A jeste par rozhovoru, protoze Ishmaela je hlavne treba videt a slyset.
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