If only my son had died, I would have brought flowers to his grave!

The Soviet-Afghan War, which was one of the biggest factors in the collapse of the Soviet Union and caused the death of close to 15 thousand Soviet soldiers, the wounding of tens of thousands, and huge losses on the Afghan side, lasted for 10 years between 1979 and 1989.

Wars begin and end…

What we have to look at is what happened in between, losses. Sometimes you don’t just lose your life, you continue to breathe painfully as a living dead. Parents suffer for children, children look for a way for their father to return home safely.

The nightmares of young soldiers who have killed people throughout the war now only exist at that moment, the moment/moments of killing…

Well, “Political dialogue or diplomacy between states can never be cut off.When you say “and step into peace, life is no longer a rosy smile for some…

Here is the winner of the 2015 Nobel Prize in Literature Svetlana Alexievichone of the important works ofZinc Kids‘ presents us with an impressive oral history study of what happened during and after the USSR-Afghan War.

It would not be correct to read what happened only as specific to that war. Similar lives have been or will be lived in every war where people and their feelings exist.

Zinc KidsLet’s listen to a mother from:

I’ve been alone for a long time now. He killed someone… My son… With the line I used in the kitchen… He returned from the war and became a murderer… In the morning, he put the line back in the cupboard where I kept my kitchen utensils.”

A mother questions at length why her child killed and dismembered someone. He asks his friends, he can’t believe it. She then says:

They talked about war as if they were talking about a job where killing was necessary. They were not afraid of anything, moreover, their feelings of pity had completely atrophied (…) Our lawyer was the only person who stated that the person on trial at the trial was a patient. But back then, they didn’t know the truth about what happened in Afghanistan. They declared everyone who worked there as heroes. My son became a murderer.

These words of your mother are heartbreaking:

I look with envy at mothers whose sons have lost both legs and have returned. Let the child hate his mother when he is drunk. Let him hate everyone. Let him attack his mother like an animal if he wants. If he wants, he has to find a prostitute for his own son so that the mother can calm down. I agreed with all of them. I wish my son had died too, I would have brought flowers to his grave…

It was the seventh year of the war when Alexievich decided to write this book. Top-ranking soldiers, privates, nurses, mothers whose sons enlisted in the military, spouses, those who join the war to earn money, those who go with ideological motives, those who seek adventure… He talked to all of them…

They went for whatever reason… You will read in this book that the end of the war was destruction. Irreversible damage…

Of course, because of this novel, Alexievich did not get out of trouble. In the 80-page section at the end of the book, you see the documents of the lawsuits filed against him. Who is suing? The mother of a group of internationalist soldiers who lost their lives fighting in Afghanistan, told the terrible truth and said “I didn’t tellThose who say “, those who don’t want to face…

Belarusian writer Alexievich himselfdisaster writer‘ he says. Of course he doesn’t accept this. He underlines that people gather their souls, not their fears. The first years of his childhood are spent in the country, post-war years. Her parents are village teachers. There are always women in the village. There are no men left, women work very hard all day long, and after their work is done, they go out and sit and chat. “It was scary to listen to them, but it was interesting at the same time,” says Alexievich, describing how the seeds of his own storytelling were sown…

Zinc KidsWhen you read . Sent to their country in zinc coffins ‘to the heroes‘ restoring their humanity and coming out of Kafka publications, Fatma-Serdar ArikanRead this book, which reached us with the translation of .