"The roadblock was a sure death sentence: she didn't have a passport to show. There was no way back, no way forward. In both cases, the bullet would hit her before she could say her goodbyes to the child in her arms and the rest would be history. The...
"The roadblock was a sure death sentence: she didn't have a passport to show. There was no way back, no way forward. In both cases, the bullet would hit her before she could say her goodbyes to the child in her arms and the rest would be history. The soldiers would take her daughter and give her away to a childless couple. She slowly started to walk towards them. Maybe she could plea with them not to take her life before they had taken her baby away? She didn't want her daughters last memory of her mother to be the sound of the shot that killed her.
"What an adorable child!" a man's voice entered her reality from behind. She looked up: a man in black came alongside. He didn't need introductions, the colour of his suit said it all: an infamous slayer of the dictator. For a brief moment, she gazed at him. 'My murderer is standing in front of me', the woman knew. The man gave her a smile of a father in love with his daughter. In a split second, invisible lines crossed her mind and came together in an imaginative clicking sound. She hesitated and then timidly smiled back. "Would you mind terribly to hold my daughter?" the woman asked, "I live down the road but I can't seem to find my keys." The man reached out before she had finished her sentence. He pressed the little girl to his heart, taking in the smell of a new life, while he started to walk. The woman kept his pace, silently turning her head away. The child nested herself onto the dark cloth, closing her eyes to the rhythm of the gentle taps on her back.
The man uttering his admiration for the sweet, blond child, calling her 'russia' and the woman looking down for her keys in her bag approached the roadblock. The soldiers fiercely saluted their superior; the man in black nodded indifferently. The woman looked up, defying faith, almost asking to be seen, to get it over with. They only saw him and as if the barricade had existed solely in her imagination, they walked through it."