Tuesday, April 26, 2011

A Measured without peace among the dead and child soldiers in the pay of Gaddafi

A Measured even the dead find peace. The small cemetery district Kharouba until recently was the target of mortar loyalist army and half of the graves have been destroyed. "This cemetery was bombed Qaddafi's forces for 65 days," he says with his hands while Seilam land fills the hole that has caused one of the many grad.

The few residents who have not fled exhume the bodies and dig new it was. A boy cries supported the main gate. "This was my cousin, 9 years - said in tears - what he did to Qaddafi to deserve death?" Is without question to be answered. Friends try to console him tight. But the pain and anger, for now, are still too strong.

The martyred city of measures is still at war. The battles of the last three days to the sound of Kalashnikovs, mortars and RPG rockets, with insurgents house to house trying to conquer the south of the city is almost completed. "Is practical in our hands - says Salem, a rebellious 23 year old who until three months ago to work for one of the many Italian companies in Libya, while he is on guard with his sniper rifle to the fruit market in Tripoli street - but there are still Gaddafi militants trapped in some buildings between the medical school and hospital public.

We do not know what conditions are, as of three days we have virtually encircled the area and are without supplies of ammunition and food. " But scary, now that the bulk of the troops of the colonel outside the city, the rockets are fired at random. That yesterday, arrived at the port. In a strange Monday, where the sounds of machine guns were replaced by those of the mortars and missiles, including ambulances, which usually come to the front, were at a safe distance from the Western Gate of the city, where insurgents have placed a heavy machine-guns Soviet-style.

On Easter Sunday, the city was awake with eyes toward the sky to try to understand from where the missiles. The minarets chanted choruses without stopping from dusk to dawn. Difficult to estimate the explosions heard, but from midnight to nine in the morning there were almost never stops.

Four, maybe five grad, fired one after another, have hit a house in the neighborhood of Ras Amar. The seven people who were inside, including a child, have died without ever arriving at the hospital. In a white box shows an elder of the small pieces of charred bodies that have managed to retrieve from the rubble of his bedroom.

In the same district at least five buildings were destroyed by missiles fired by loyalists. "In this area there have never been gun battles - said Yousef, a resident of the area - most of the people is gone for two months. Who is left in the district has spent the nights in the houses at the beginning of the road, some houses that have rooms underground and are safer.

What happened last night means that now they know they have lost Measured and want to kill us all. " With less than two hundred yards, in the great cemetery of the district, celebrated the funeral of dead civilians. A hundred people, all men, give their last respects to the remains wrapped in white nylon sheets.

The gun discharged rabies shots into the sky. Meanwhile, the clinic where the wounded are taken from two days to arrive Gaddafi militiamen captured by the rebels. They have the face of kids, they are often injured and in poor condition. One of them, alive, sitting on the bed of pick-up with three young men that link the gun to the head.

"You killed my son," yells a man before you spit. But this is immediately stopped by the rebels and drove away. When the camera shots are quite the car moves away leaving behind a trail of dust. The place where they brought the "prisoners of war" must remain secret to the press. On a stretcher is another fighter of Gaddafi.

He claims to come from "Mauritania, where there is food and even clothes." "I came to Libya - the doctors said - to find work. I have recruited and sent to Misurata. But swears he has never "killed no one." When the visit is over a nurse closed the curtain of his room and politely asks the audience to leave.

That will end nobody knows.

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