NICK
I am standing on somebody's chest that I do not know. I have no idea who this man is or who I am. He just told me that I am in Afghanistan and for some reason, this does not help me at all. What am I doing here? Am I staying here? Am I working here?
I can see that the man is very much afraid of me and then I ask him another question.
"What is written on my uniform?"
I can see him frown at my question and I know that it is a ridiculous question but I need to get some kind of answers.
"What de fuck?! Can't you read?"
I am beginning to feel a bit irritated with this guy that first had a gun in my face and now he is the one asking me ridiculous questions.
I press a bit harder with my knee on his chest and then I say. I hear him moan as the pain of my knee is probably excruciating.
"Let's try this again. What is written on my uniform?"
"Okay, it says that you are part of the rebel forces, Chaja"
