Even though more than a decade has passed, Aidil Khan can still vividly remember the house he once lived in. It was a beautiful Western-style three-storey building in the central northbound part of Kabul, not far from the People's Democratic Party headquarters, just one block away. Even the buildings built by the later Russians were not as good as it, and those left behind by the barbarians from the north were heavy but not spiritual.

Every year, when the snow has not yet melted in the early spring and winter, the school organizes kite flying activities. Aidil loves this activity the most, and in fact the children of Afghanistan love it, and they often come to the outskirts with their own kites.

It is usually held not far from the Rahman Mosque, where the dome and minaret shimmer in the sun. Along with the laughter of the children, the singing of the zakat worship of the mullahs in the temple is also more far-reaching. The red flag outside the temple and the red scarves around the children's necks are in harmony with the ancient traditions.

The children not only compete to see whose kite is high, but also use their skills to cut off someone else's kite, once someone loses control. A large group of children would scream and chase after the lost kite, leaving behind a child who was flushed with anger and stood there at a loss.

The only thing that is a bit of a stop is that there are also some people active on Highway 17 to the southern region. A large number of Revolutionary Guard soldiers drove from here to the front in Soviet-made BMP1 armored vehicles and Garth trucks.

Aidil knew from the beginning of his sensibility that his friend in the north, the Soviet Union, had withdrawn from Afghanistan. And the number one leader of the party, Muhammad. Najibullah always called on the military and civilians of the country to unite and eliminate the rebels.

So he could often see large numbers of soldiers being called in. Then get on a variety of vehicles and disappear on the roads of the south. Books and newspapers boast all day long about how beautiful the shape is. But even a seven or eight-year-old child can draw conclusions from the helplessness, despair and gloomy expressions on the faces of the soldiers. It's actually not that good.

From the time he was five years old to school, except that the soldiers were getting older or younger, the spirit was not as good as the group gave people a sense of hopelessness. Everything else still seems to be perfectly normal, with children in Kabul going to school as normal, studying, and then having fun.

This is true of most children, but Aidil is a bit of an exception, he is really afraid of his father, who is a colonel in the People's Army. Now that he thinks about it, he has almost forgotten what his father looks like. Only the basic concept of a stern face remains.

Later, when I saw the portrait of Jesus, both seemed to have something in common, that is, strictness, stubbornness, and a hint of sorrow. My father received complete military training from the Soviet Union and was always mentioned as a die-hard figure in the People's Democratic Party. So no matter how the political situation changes, his status is still steadily rising.

The colonel's father moved home the same style in the army, and he not only had the fierce national identity of the Pashtuns, the largest ethnic group in Afghanistan, but was also influenced by the Russians. That is, my father had a strong interest in alcohol, and whenever he went home for vacation, he always had to get drunk.

"The Russians will definitely like him. Isn't it? It's just that he doesn't have the precepts, so what's the point of drinking every day? "The mullahs in the mosque are suppressed by the People's Democratic Party and do not dare to do anything out of the ordinary. But he cursed at some of the people he hated.

"yes, he must have thought of himself as a Russian. He kills the clergy. Placed fire points in mosques and ordered all subordinates not to observe Ramadan. ”

"Why doesn't Allah just destroy this scoundrel? He's challenging God's limits. ”

8 or 9-year-old Adil told his father about the street rumors with some distress, but the officer, who was drinking vodka and watching the video, replied drunkly: "Ediel." You don't have to pay attention to the god-chattering guys, because their discipline is not much better than the bitches in Peshawar. They grovel to you before men. Spit on your back, however. ”

The tape shows the spaceship, and then the camera pans. There were two men with lightsabers fighting back and forth. Edil had never seen anything so interesting, so he tugged on his chair and looked at it with relish.

One of the two lightsaber-wielding men looked like a good guy and was swept away by a volley from the other bad guy (who was not a good guy with a strange mask in his heart).

He couldn't help but let out a surprised voice, "Dad, these two people have been so harmful." Who are they? ”

"Their names are Jedi, and they're the protagonists of Star Wars." The father replied as he stroked Aidiel's hair carelessly.

"Are they Americans?"

"Actors are, but this is a movie kid, they don't exist zài." Father said.

This answer made Edil unhappy, and after a long time, these magical characters were all fake. "Those ships are huge, can they fly in the sky? Can it be faster than the planes of the Soviets at the airfield? ”

"Haha, kid. Compared to these spaceships, the Soviets' airplanes were like toys. The father smiled and turned off the video camera.

"I'd like to make a model of a spaceship too." Adil took Daddy's arm and pleaded.

"Well, okay. I had people bring it to you from Basstan, and they have it there. The father took his son by the hand and walked to the dining room, where the mother prepared dinner.

After that, my father went to work as usual and did not come home for a long time.

Three months later, my father's orderlies delivered a box containing an Imperial space battleship. The delicate hull is like a work of art, and Edil can't get enough of it. "I'll be able to build a spaceship like this in the future," he thought, thinking that he would better figure out what the textbook had said and then think about the rest of the question.

But since he had this model of the spaceship, my father came home less often, and sometimes he came back just to see the mother and son and left in a hurry. Occasionally, I spent the night at home and drank more violently, but watching a video movie with my son never happened again.

When Aidil was 10 years old, the Children's Palace in Kabul City was closed. Because the administrators were also incorporated into the army and sent to the front. The cinema in the city is still open. But the movies in it are all promotional films, and not many people like to watch them.

The atmosphere at the school is also eerie. Many of the students were whispering to themselves and forming small groups. Children of officials like Edil or soldiers. It seems that he was cut out of the mainstream of the class intentionally or unintentionally.

Some of the classmates and friends who had been enthusiastic about Aidil stopped intermingling, and some joined the small group instead.

"Little cubs of lackeys of the northern barbarians." Once he heard someone behind him say this in school, yin and yang.

He turned his head and saw that some of the bad kids in the school were the ones who didn't usually study to fight all day long. They turned their red scarves into rags and fist gloves, and their eyes shone fiercely.

"Hey, I'm talking about you. Your dad is almost finished, you little thing! ”

"Ignore him, he reads scientific literature all day long, he's an atheist. Believers in the devil. ”

"Yes, he tarnished the glory of MSL and turned into a Soviet."

They formed a circle, pushing and shoving, pushing and shoving Edil around. Aidil later recalled that it was the first time he had been physically attacked, the kind that was completely malicious. Although he later encountered more discrimination and blows, in fact, the age of 10 was a revelation.

It was at this time that his good friend Hamidullah. Amin. A tall man, just 11 years old, with a big man of almost 1.70 meters, blocked those bad boys.

"Do you have itchy skin? Want to taste my iron fist? Hamidula put on a pair of boxing gloves and made a boxing look. He has been practicing boxing all the time, and he is quite famous among the teenagers in the city. The bad boys were contained. Unwilling to leave.

Hamidullah was the child of an industrialist in Afghanistan, and his father and grandfather had studied abroad, making him one of the most respected in the region. Like most landlords and factory owners. They are supporters of the modernization ideas of the ruling People's Democratic Party. Contrary to what China thinks, in the sixties and seventies. It is the wealthy businessmen, landlords and small industrialists of Afghanistan who most hope that modernization will promote social progress and the development of civilization.

And the civilian class, which accounts for more than 90% of the country's population, is not interested in modernization. They have lived in the countryside for generations. Any agricultural products will be sold at the rally, and the ISL clergy group, which owns a large amount of land and endowments, will do some poverty alleviation according to the teachings. So the majority of the country did not like the People's Democratic Party, after Mohammad Najibullah became the chairman of the People's Democratic Party and actively engaged in "SHZY", the Great Leap Forward and radical policies. Instead, the peasants sided with the ISL church.

Coupled with the eight years of bloody war with the Soviets, the people generally believed that the current regime was nothing more than a puppet, and that overthrowing it would be justice.

After the Soviets withdrew from Afghanistan in 1998, the Najibullah regime, with Soviet support, was able to fight the anti-government guerrillas with great success. But after the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, the Afghan People's Democratic Party, which had lost its external aid, melted like snow on an iceberg meets sunlight.

A large number of government soldiers fled, and some soldiers surrendered in tanks. By the beginning of 1992, Dostum, the general of the Afghan government army, turned against the water and became independent with the territory of a province.

Adil Khan's father was the commander of a country's elite troops, commanding the last army loyal to Najibullah with the rank of major general. After a hopeless year of fighting, he had to retreat to the capital Kabul with a force of less than 1,000 men.

But at that time, Edil still didn't understand what was going on at that time, and didn't understand that his life would become like this.

On the way home, his friend Hamidullah said to Adil when they parted: "Let your father run away with you, the whole city will be occupied by General Massoud." He's going to kill your father when he comes to power. ”

Frightened by the great fear, Edil ran home crying, and now he only wanted to be with his father.

His father's Soviet-style jeep was parked at the door, and when he walked through the courtyard, and when he reached the main hall, he saw his father with a haggard face and his mother crying. (To be continued.) )

PS: After the protagonist has the base of India, he begins to build a second base in Afghanistan.