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the kite runner-第125章

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 Are you thirsty?  Assef said; smirking。
 I think you re thirsty。 
 I m fine;  I said。 The truth was; the room felt too hot suddenly……sweat was bursting from my pores; prickling my skin。 And was this really happening? Was I really sitting across from Assef?
 As you wish;  he said。  Anyway; where was I? Oh yes; how I joined the Taliban。 Well; as you may remember; I wasn t much of a religious type。 But one day I had an epiphany。 I had it in jail。 Do you want to hear? 
I said nothing。
 Good。 I ll tell you;  he said。  I spent some time in jail; at Poleh…Charkhi; just after Babrak Karmal took over in 1980。 I ended up there one night; when a group of Parc hami soldiers marched into our house and ordered my father and me at gun point to follow them。 The bastards didn t give a reason; and they wouldn t answer my mother s questions。 Not that it was a mys tery; everyone knew the munists had no class。 They came from poor families with no name。 The same dogs who weren t fit to lick my shoes before the Shorawi came were now ordering me at gunpoint; Parchami flag on their lapels; making their little point about the fall of the bourgeoisie and acting like they were the ones with class。 It was happening all over: Round up the rich; throw them in jail; make an example for the rades。
 Anyway; we were crammed in groups of six in these tiny cells each the size of a refrigerator。 Every night the mandant; a haif…Hazara; half…Uzbek thing who smelled like a rotting donkey; would have one of the prisoners dragged out of the cell and he d beat him until sweat poured from his fat face。 Then he d light a cigarette; crack his joints; and leave。 The next night; he d pick someone else。 One night; he picked me。 It couldn t have e at a worse time。 I d been peeing blood for three days。 Kidney stones。 And if you ve never had one; believe me when I say it s the worst imaginable pain。 My mother used to get them too; and I remember she told me once she d rather give birth than pass a kidney stone。 Anyway; what could I do? They dragged me out and he started kick ing me。 He had knee…high boots with steel toes that he wore every night for his little kicking game; and he used them on me。 I was screaming and screaming and he kept kicking me and then; suddenly; he kicked me on the left kidney and the stone passed。 Just like that! Oh; the relief!  Assef laughed。  And I yelled  Allah…u akbar  and he kicked me even harder and I started laughing。 He got mad and hit me harder; and the harder he kicked me; the harder I laughed。 They threw me back in the cell laughing。 I kept laughing and laughing because suddenly I knew that had been a message from God: He was on my side。 He wanted me to live for a reason。
 You know; I ran into that mandant on the battlefield a few years later……funny how God works。 I found him in a trench just outside Meymanah; bleeding from a piece of shrapnel in his chest。 He was still wearing those same boots。 I asked him if he remembered me。 He said no。 I told him the same thing I just told you; that I never forget a face。 Then I shot him in the balls。 I ve been on a mission since。 
 What mission is that?  I heard myself say。  Stoning adulterers? Raping children? Flogging women for wearing high heels? Massacring Hazaras? All in the name of Islam?  The words spilled suddenly and unexpectedly; came out before I could yank the leash。 I wished I could take them back。 Swallow them。 But they were out。 I had crossed a line; and whatever little hope I had of getting out alive had vanished with those words。
A look of surprise passed across Assef s face; briefly; and disappeared。  I see this may t
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