Monday, January 31, 2011

The anger of the Egyptians in revolt: "A new government is not enough, by the dictator Mubarak"

CAIRO - "See this? It says the United States. The Americans talk, talk, and then sell the weapons to kill Mubarak. " In front of a camera, Jamal, a boy of 15 years to vent all his anger. In his hand was a cocoon of red shotgun with his gray head. It exploded, but the white writing is still well impressed: "Made in USA".

The fifth day of protests yesterday in Cairo, was begun in peacefully. During the night the police had left the streets, giving way to the Army. A request for this, just come by the protesters. Young people, who flocked from all major arteries to Piazza Thar, chanted slogans against Saddam: "Elshab yoread isqat el-Rais," the people want the dictator go away.

Someone took a giant escarpments to Mubarak. Surrounded by armored vehicles and tanks, the square was filling up an early morning hours. Mohammed, an Egyptian, 26 years old and fluent Italian, waving the national flag. "If the dictator thinks that making a new government has closed the accounts with the Egyptians, he is mistaken.

Must go, must go after 30 years on, with all her children. " A young girl with the veil, that screams out loud slogans against the "president", is launching packets of biscuits to the passage of tanks, slowly trying to break through the crowd. Others give the soldiers water bottles and all food items.

Since 1985, the Army has never acted against citizens. This explains the reason for such dedication to the Armed Forces. "We are the ones that we wanted the Army - he says a guy - because the military protects us. They are not like the police. You saw what they did Friday. They beat us all day.

Mubarak has ordered that they had beat us. This is our president. It's just a dictator. " There is no trace of the Police. But Tahrir square just leave and venture into the dirty side streets that lead to Falaky Square, to sense their presence. Men with the radio look menacing passers. Others have wooden sticks in hand.

A guy I recommend to leave the area. "Those - he says - are criminals by the police to beat ESTABLISHED. They have sticks. The same clubs that use the police. While in Tahrir square thousands of people continued to chant slogans in Falaky Square side streets are "front line". The police lost patience and is serious.

The bullets began to whistle. That are no longer rubber. The protestors are shield with billboards and uprooted the wooden panels. Set fire to piles of garbage and throwing stones and Molotov cocktails. Someone tries to destroy the window of a door but was immediately stopped. "These - says a young man with kefhia in the face - they are criminals who are only here to destroy shops and take what is there.

They have nothing to do with the protest. " With every passing minute shots of gunfire became increasingly insistent. Moving is difficult and a man who until a few minutes before throwing stones hidden behind a dumpster, is shot in the chest. Falls to the ground. Some young people manage to drag him away from the line of fire by pulling the legs.

But it is already dead. Bleeding, it is loaded on a makeshift stretcher and taken away. His body ends up in a nearby mosque, transformed for the occasion in the hospital. Next to him, such as waiting for him, there is already another person's body. In less than an hour in the shrine there's a dozen wounded.

Some suffocated by gas, others hit by bullets. The blood is everywhere. On the ground, on the walls. Many people start to scream at reporters and photographers. The situation is tense and everyone must leave. With the sunset printing retires. Cell phones, although not at his best, returned to work.

For three days, there is no trace of the internet. The only way is to send a satellite connection. In the district of Midan El Missaha there are men armed with sticks and machetes. A boy, while the taxi trying to pass the line-up, closed the window shows me the gun. They are common criminals, released from the police station when the protesters have burned.

The caretakers of the buildings are barricaded in and iron bars have always at hand. In the distance you see columns of smoke rising. Some, including the Palace of the ruling party, burning for two days. Cairo is in chaos. Andrea Bernardi

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