TRIPOLI - Today ceasefire, because in war there are truces. At night the city freezes, freezes shut in the house. In the morning a few hours to sniff the smell of the air, then out to pretend that life can go on normally. At 10, the traffic thickens and there are already 11 at the first traffic jams Tripoli.
We are shooting with a Turkish television crew, the first images are in front of a furnace: the people are waiting for the orderly and resigned, the men lined up right, the women (veiled in this district) to the left. While Levant, Mr turkish, try to make her stand up in front of the gate, the girls retract and hide with a veil.
Flour and bread out there, but Baker has stuck him in the oven sfilatini only when he saw the first customer for this all waiting patients, batch after batch. The heat of a mouthful of Ciriola for a moment the fear dissolves. Tripoli is afraid because everyone knows that will end badly.
The Green Square, under the ramparts of the fort that turkish Friday night was facing Gaddafi, there are more Tripolini: gheddafiani militants coming from the south by Sabha, the Fezzan and the villages of Tripoli. The troops camels. They are the last desperate people continue to believe that the revolution can continue to live, that overwhelms this "conspiracy of Arab television: funny, for once, the Zionists have nothing to do.
"They tell lies, the police killed the terrorists have not hit the people, the people will win," said Captain Mahmoud. Militants are tough, violent, proud, revolutionaries. But another revolution comes, and will be violence. A few meters from Green Square begins Omar el Mukhtar street, Corso Vittorio Emanuele di Mussolini.
It 's the heart of the heart of Libya gheddafiana: in a palace that seems to INPS Eur was the headquarters of General Security, the police. It 's totally devastated by fire: the huge building in marble fascist wonderfully resisted outside, but from all the windows out Sbaffi blacks smoke.
The inside is broken. "Yes, they burned five days ago," Usama said, lowering his voice, the young activist government that is with us, "the terrorists came to the Green Square." From other sources comes the news that the military airport of Tobruk are spent with the insurgents and that the area of Sebra, west of Tripoli, the brigades loyal to Gaddafi opened fire on rioters.
Gradually, in a process of successive approximations to a foreign journalist is painful and exhausting, the various pieces of truth begin to flank. The Air Force has bombed the suburbs, but the anti-aircraft unit on the Toyota pick-up. In recounting the shooting yesterday in front of the Mosque Square Algeria people died because they fired Kalashnikov now at eye level.
The companions of the victims were immediately dragged the dead in the doorways of the buildings because the police and the militias have orders to get rid of the corpses to prevent the counting of the dead. In hospitals there are no rapes, but - precisely - the bodies are abducted to erase traces of the truth.
It's so outside the headquarters of Parliament: made fire a week ago, the General People's Committee has been repainting the worst men on Thursday morning. Delete, hide, postpone the truth. The only active with the cops on the street are the street cleaners in orange jumpsuit Africans working for the municipality of Tripoli mosques in front of the barricades of stones and bricks have been cleaned up.
Friday through June 11 via a Turkish mosque had tried to resist, but the militia broke through with armored vehicles. The journalist turkish crazy when he knows he can do stand up in front of a Turkish mosque. On land there are still a Kalashnikov shell casings in front of a bakery, and earn a re-opened for a few hours.
After lunch, the sky suddenly blue, goes the sound of 3 or 4 military helicopters: two hours and there's news to be measured, "mercenaries landed by helicopters firing on the crowd at the funeral." Seif el Islam, Gaddafi's son says that "In Libya there are no mercenaries, half of the population is black." How to say "are not mercenaries, soldiers are Southern blacks." A Tajura, the neighborhood around the military airport on Friday, the battle was furious: on the road we saw only the remnants of the barricades of concrete blocks, cans and old TVs.
But the police did not enter the narrow streets, the blocks are still there and appear at the corners of the first "shebab" children of the new Libyan revolt. A doctor said to someone that died Friday was 70. Friday and if only 70 were somewhere between a few days, a few months we will find that the mass graves were for real, have been dug and filled in a hurry now.
"Gaddafi complains about the lies of Al Jazeera in recent months," says a friend of Libya, "but it will pay for the violence and the murders of 40 years." The chilling confirmation of Seif Gadhafi, "we are heading towards a civil war," is a curse to all the Libyan people. A curse that many try to escape at the last minute: the news of the ambassadors who have left for Gaddafi is the final signal.
Abdurrahman Shalgam, former foreign minister, former ambassador to Rome, a friend of Andreotti and Craxi, left his UN post for a moment before reading the list of all the family proscribed Gaddafi inserted in the UN. Hafed Gaddur, Seif el Islam's mentor, the powerful and intelligent ambassador to Rome, he had to do the same: the man who translated between Gaddafi and Berlusconi, on his cell phone numbers are stored Maroni, Pisanu, the heads of Italian police and industrialists.
In front of the blood in which the regime has sunk to leave. Are not officers, men far away from Gaddafi: they have been for years his eyes, his intelligence, the instruments of his policy. They realized too late that the young, clean Saif has won a place on the stage, too late that it was realized that 40 years of repression will not kill a people, but led him to revolt.
One of the last to leave was Galina Kolotnitska, Ukrainian nurse who accompanied the colonel a few years everywhere, even in his travels abroad, in Rome as in Paris. She also had her fear of the flood overwhelm this city. While the newspaper online Quryna the former Minister of Justice is already working in Benghazi in the formation of an interim government. 
We are shooting with a Turkish television crew, the first images are in front of a furnace: the people are waiting for the orderly and resigned, the men lined up right, the women (veiled in this district) to the left. While Levant, Mr turkish, try to make her stand up in front of the gate, the girls retract and hide with a veil.
Flour and bread out there, but Baker has stuck him in the oven sfilatini only when he saw the first customer for this all waiting patients, batch after batch. The heat of a mouthful of Ciriola for a moment the fear dissolves. Tripoli is afraid because everyone knows that will end badly.
The Green Square, under the ramparts of the fort that turkish Friday night was facing Gaddafi, there are more Tripolini: gheddafiani militants coming from the south by Sabha, the Fezzan and the villages of Tripoli. The troops camels. They are the last desperate people continue to believe that the revolution can continue to live, that overwhelms this "conspiracy of Arab television: funny, for once, the Zionists have nothing to do.
"They tell lies, the police killed the terrorists have not hit the people, the people will win," said Captain Mahmoud. Militants are tough, violent, proud, revolutionaries. But another revolution comes, and will be violence. A few meters from Green Square begins Omar el Mukhtar street, Corso Vittorio Emanuele di Mussolini.
It 's the heart of the heart of Libya gheddafiana: in a palace that seems to INPS Eur was the headquarters of General Security, the police. It 's totally devastated by fire: the huge building in marble fascist wonderfully resisted outside, but from all the windows out Sbaffi blacks smoke.
The inside is broken. "Yes, they burned five days ago," Usama said, lowering his voice, the young activist government that is with us, "the terrorists came to the Green Square." From other sources comes the news that the military airport of Tobruk are spent with the insurgents and that the area of Sebra, west of Tripoli, the brigades loyal to Gaddafi opened fire on rioters.
Gradually, in a process of successive approximations to a foreign journalist is painful and exhausting, the various pieces of truth begin to flank. The Air Force has bombed the suburbs, but the anti-aircraft unit on the Toyota pick-up. In recounting the shooting yesterday in front of the Mosque Square Algeria people died because they fired Kalashnikov now at eye level.
The companions of the victims were immediately dragged the dead in the doorways of the buildings because the police and the militias have orders to get rid of the corpses to prevent the counting of the dead. In hospitals there are no rapes, but - precisely - the bodies are abducted to erase traces of the truth.
It's so outside the headquarters of Parliament: made fire a week ago, the General People's Committee has been repainting the worst men on Thursday morning. Delete, hide, postpone the truth. The only active with the cops on the street are the street cleaners in orange jumpsuit Africans working for the municipality of Tripoli mosques in front of the barricades of stones and bricks have been cleaned up.
Friday through June 11 via a Turkish mosque had tried to resist, but the militia broke through with armored vehicles. The journalist turkish crazy when he knows he can do stand up in front of a Turkish mosque. On land there are still a Kalashnikov shell casings in front of a bakery, and earn a re-opened for a few hours.
After lunch, the sky suddenly blue, goes the sound of 3 or 4 military helicopters: two hours and there's news to be measured, "mercenaries landed by helicopters firing on the crowd at the funeral." Seif el Islam, Gaddafi's son says that "In Libya there are no mercenaries, half of the population is black." How to say "are not mercenaries, soldiers are Southern blacks." A Tajura, the neighborhood around the military airport on Friday, the battle was furious: on the road we saw only the remnants of the barricades of concrete blocks, cans and old TVs.
But the police did not enter the narrow streets, the blocks are still there and appear at the corners of the first "shebab" children of the new Libyan revolt. A doctor said to someone that died Friday was 70. Friday and if only 70 were somewhere between a few days, a few months we will find that the mass graves were for real, have been dug and filled in a hurry now.
"Gaddafi complains about the lies of Al Jazeera in recent months," says a friend of Libya, "but it will pay for the violence and the murders of 40 years." The chilling confirmation of Seif Gadhafi, "we are heading towards a civil war," is a curse to all the Libyan people. A curse that many try to escape at the last minute: the news of the ambassadors who have left for Gaddafi is the final signal.
Abdurrahman Shalgam, former foreign minister, former ambassador to Rome, a friend of Andreotti and Craxi, left his UN post for a moment before reading the list of all the family proscribed Gaddafi inserted in the UN. Hafed Gaddur, Seif el Islam's mentor, the powerful and intelligent ambassador to Rome, he had to do the same: the man who translated between Gaddafi and Berlusconi, on his cell phone numbers are stored Maroni, Pisanu, the heads of Italian police and industrialists.
In front of the blood in which the regime has sunk to leave. Are not officers, men far away from Gaddafi: they have been for years his eyes, his intelligence, the instruments of his policy. They realized too late that the young, clean Saif has won a place on the stage, too late that it was realized that 40 years of repression will not kill a people, but led him to revolt.
One of the last to leave was Galina Kolotnitska, Ukrainian nurse who accompanied the colonel a few years everywhere, even in his travels abroad, in Rome as in Paris. She also had her fear of the flood overwhelm this city. While the newspaper online Quryna the former Minister of Justice is already working in Benghazi in the formation of an interim government.
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