Tibet Eliot Pattison Skull Mantra [Volume 1] Water washes stone [Volume 2] Bone Up [Volume 3] Beautiful ghosts [Volume 4]
"They called it glide on all fours. A tall, thin as a skeleton monk balanced on the edge stupięćdziesięciometrowego cliff, for all the support with only a sharp Himalayan winds. Shan Tao Yun narrowed his eyes to better see the figure shaken. The heart came into his throat. Trinley is getting ready to jump - Trinley, his friend, who had blessed this morning, whispering to him rate not to rozdeptywały insects in its path.
throwing wheelbarrows, Shan dropped the course. When
Trinley tipped off the edge of a cliff, rising air blast tore him from his neck khat, a nucleus of ritual shawl, which he wore in secret under clothing. Shan was running zigzag, bypassing brandishing hammers and pickaxes men, until they stumble onto the gravel. Somewhere back there was a whistle and, shortly afterwards, an angry cry. Wind Played with a dirty scrap of white silk, swinging it over his head while Trinlego, until finally, slowly raised it toward the sky. The prisoners turned their eyes to the flowing khacie up, not with surprise but with pious devotion. They knew that every event is significant, the most important and often conceal just such a subtle, unexpected adverse nature itself.
guard shouted again, but no one returned to work. It was a beautiful moment pathetically white shawl dancing on a cobalt sky, the two returned hundreds of emaciated face up in the hope of revelation, niepomnych penalties which no doubt waiting for prisoners to be wasted even a minute. It was one of those moments, which he learned to expect Shan in Tibet. But
Trinley, balancing on the edge of a cliff, once again turned down the quiet, expectant look. Shan already saw the prisoners coming down on all fours: all with the same joyful anticipation on their faces. It's always been like that, unexpectedly, as if suddenly whispered to them inaudible to the other voice. Suicide was a mortal sin, inevitably involving a rebirth in a lower form of life. But life on four legs might seem tempting to life on two in a Chinese labor camp.
crawling the highest haste, grabbed Trinlego Shan's arm when he has already bent over a precipice. At the same time, however, understood that the wrong interpretation of his behavior. Monk just looked at something. Two meters below the rock gig, which was located barely swallows nest, lay a small, shiny object. Gold lighter. Among the prisoners slipped
murmur of excitement. Wind zagnał khat back over the ridge and now fell sharply on the hillside fifty feet from the ground works.
Guards already ran between them, grabbing among the curses of the bat. When Trinley moved away from the cliff, watching that flows down skrawkowi silk, Shan returned to his uprooted wheelbarrows. With a pile of rubble scattered Feng became sergeant. Heavy, gray, but always alert, something noted in the report. Construction of roads has been working in the service of socialism. Neglecting responsibilities, popełniało still a sin against the people.
But when he dragged sluggishly to meet the wrath Feng, up came the cry. Two of the prisoners went on khat. They reached the stone mounds, where he landed, but now retreated to their knees, wailing furiously. Their mantra was struck by the stand at the bottom like a gust of wind. One after another, hearing it, did fall in the knees, including the singing, until it gradually engulfed the entire brigade, from the hill after the parked below the bridge, the government trucks. He became only the Shan and the other four, the only Chinese among the prisoners. Feng
roared furiously and went full speed, blowing the whistle. The singing of the prisoners in the first moment Shana broke off the scent. There was, after all suicide. But the words did not yield to be confused with anything else. It was an invocation that starts a string of information which would allow the dead to free himself from the Bardo and find the appropriate incarnation.
soldier in a jacket with four pockets sewn, a sign of the lowest rank in the People's Liberation Army, started trotting up the hill. Lieutenant Chang, an officer of the prison guards, Feng whispered something into the ear, as the sergeant shouted at Chinese to dismantled Tibetan prisoners discovered by the mound. Shan, stumbling on the stones, came to where she lay khat, and knelt beside Jilin, sluggish, powerful Mandżura. Pushing the shawl on her sleeve, he saw the grumpy face osiłka flash of excitement. In a sudden burst of energy Jilin rozgarnął rubble.
Unexpected findings were not unusual for reaching the first wave, the team assigned to remove the largest boulders and loose rock debris. It often happened that along the route set out by sappers ALW encountered a broken pot, then again, what the skull. In a country where the dead are still turned over sępom not surprised even to be found here and there human remains.
Among the debris appeared on the half-burnt cigarette. Jilin threw him with a happy grunt when they appeared next couple wyglansowanych on flash oficerek. Shan sat on his heels, leaning back, and saw above him Chang. Lieutenant's face changed dramatically. Palm went to a pistol from his belt. With a stifled cry of horror, the officer stepped back behind the back Feng. This time, the 404th Construction Brigade of the People ahead of the vultures. In the frame of odgarniętych boulders resting body of a man. First Shanowi rushed into the eyes of a corpse shoes, expensive Western model of the truest of the skin. The triangular notches showed in the red sweater, crisp white shirt.
- American - Jilin whispered voice full of reverence, not for the deceased, but for his clothes.
man was wearing a new blue jeans - not bad Chinese duck, which in street traders bought the fake western badges, but the original American product. Was pinned to a sweater enameled badge: two crossed flags, American and Chinese. Corpse hands rested on his stomach - the deceased looked like a hotel guest dormant waiting for afternoon tea.
Lt. Chang soon came to himself.
- Go to hell! - Growled, pushing forward Feng. - I want to see your face.
- There will be an investigation - fired without hesitation Shan. - You can not just ...
Chang kicked him too hard, like a man accustomed to deal with unruly dogs. Kneeling beside Jilin declined, instinctively covering his head with your hands. Impatient lieutenant approached the corpse and took him by the ankles. Feng throwing irritated look, yanked from the body okrywających them even fragments of rock. Suddenly, blood flowed his face. He turned and twisted, overtaken by a wave of nausea. The corpse had no head. "
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