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nausea - Persian umpire about his personal 13th Aban

Published on 6 November
Author: P. Umpire
source (English): http://www.persianumpire.com/2009/11/06/nausea/
German translation: Julia
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Because of the usual demonstrations to congestion on the Internet a belated post

Wednesday 13 Aban (November 4)

A strange feeling has taken possession of me today. Only one meter away from me a man in his late fifties who was beaten by several people, and I really enjoyed it. Although I felt the urge to join neither, had time to think about it, caused the pleasure I felt at the sight of the frightened face of this man to cheer for me want to attack them. I'm glad I did not do it. In the brawl, when he begged to stop and repeatedly shouted "why you strike me, I thought only: "... You're kidding" The man was a Basij

I have never experienced before, that was used before my eyes in a single day so much violence, if it a day there, which is comparable to the 13th Aban, it is probably the 30th Khordad (June 20), the day after Khamenei gave his thugs go-ahead for merciless measures against the Iranians had. The 13th of Aban was worse, perhaps because I long so it continued, or perhaps because it was really worse. I also have never seen so many security forces in one place. Today I was on the adhesive-e Tir Square, in the Karim Khan Avenue , on the Vali-Asr Square and surrounding area. Thousands of green were there, mostly without green symbols, and they were welcomed by thousands of monkeys that if they would bear the label Homo , more than qualify to Erectus would. The monkeys

power had only one thing in mind: to prevent any crowd. Their strategy: indiscriminate violence. We arrived around 10:30 clock on the way to Vali-Asr Square past the Metro station Beheshti. A group of special forces of the Revolutionary Guards, swinging in camouflage uniforms and batons stormed, suddenly the door of the station, so people that came out just anxiously fled back inside. Seven or eight security men ran into it, the other closed the gates behind them and locked. Then we heard only screams and thuds.

We have learned something in the demonstrations. When monkeys attack, you should never run, but close to the sidewalk to keep the windows and go, or just stand on a wall remain. Normally, they then run past you, behind which since the race. Today, however, the monkey rode bikes on the sidewalks, holding their batons to the walls and gave gas. If they did not have motorcycles, they ran through and swinging their clubs, sticks and chains. It did not matter who or what they hit it.

I will not report to minutely over the day. It was mostly a non-stop sequence of violent blows, bruises and blood, of which I have kept a snapshot-like impressions. I also remember that they had heard shots several times. Even with arrests seemed to be as random. We saw Basijis who grabbed at random out young people, forced to his knees, handcuffed and docked them blindfolds and then took them away.

on Vali-Asr Street north of the square, according to a police officer swore an old man because he had shown during the demonstration. A young man went to the police and gave him a flower, whereupon the officer struck him and threw it on the sidewalk. The boy picked himself up and left.

fights we also saw in the security forces and Basijis who were beaten or hit by stones. In the Karim-Khan Street, close to the Vali-Asr Square an eighteen-or nineteen years of Basij chased down the street next to the sidewalk behind a man who said he brandished a rubber belt. The man was strong, and the Basij was small, chubby, with just a hint of a sprouting beard. For the first time I could see how a technique was used, which I had read before, but which is difficult to implement. In the middle of the man suddenly stopped running on the spot, turned around, grabbed the startled Basij and threw him against a car. The Basij took a few seconds to get up again. When he saw that some people wanted to come down on him, he ran away, but they caught him and began to beat him. At this moment plunged Basij, in his mid fifties, with short white hair - the one I mentioned above - behind a bus and ran toward the melee, also with a rubber belt in hand, and tried to evict the people and to free the other Basij. More people showed up and attacked him. He fell to the ground one meter in front of me and got kicks and punches missed. At that moment came a group of Basijis do so, they surrounded the other two monkeys, and dragged her away.

Later, on prison-e Tir Square, we saw a Basij - again an older man - who held his head and was bleeding heavily. Another supported him and helped him across the square up to their camp.

The demonstration reached for anything Zeipunkt the extent and concentration of Quds Day. It was not possible. All fled before security forces grouped themselves anew in the side streets, or recovered from the tear gas and beatings. The largest group that I saw, marched on the Karim-Khan Street and chanted slogans against the government. There were more than 2oo or 300 people. From time to time, loyal to the government demonstrators appeared with speakers and slogans on. The largest of these groups consisted of several hundred people. I still remember one of their new slogans "Death to the dictator velvet. Whatever that means.

Before I go and break down - I am of slain completely dirty and tired - I want 13 Aban with Rafsanjani's Super-Duper-Plan link. Since its formation and the apparent detente between Rafsanjani and Khamenei, this plan was viewed by many in Iran as a mirage and as a trick of the Supreme Leader, which he wanted to buy time and reach as many distractions. The 13th Aban was another broken promise, another U-turn, another dying Glimmer of hope. We face a regime in which there are reforms in practice no contact person. Neither the leaders of the green movement, nor Rafsanjani nor the Marja (high priest, translator's) have managed to wring concessions from the supreme leader of any significance. I constantly hear, "What will they say now the same thing?" The 13th Aban has freed us from the last doubts that it is Khamenei's will to defeat the opposition completely. Many in Iran see him as a man who does not negotiate, and when the perpetrator whom we owe everything that has happened since the elections.

The air in Tehran Tonight is filled with a hum. There are raging discussions on violence to be answered with violence. The people are losing patience, and I hear how one falls into the language of opponents. Whether this is a viable option for us or not, only time will tell, but we have 1979 in mind. If one takes us hope it will not last long, soft to reform a thorough repair. Right now many are wondering whether the reforms have arrived at an impasse. The word "reconciliation" now sounds strange. Perhaps it is merely a reaction to a day of violence in the streets, or an existential phase, after six months of in-the-circle-turning unavoidable. One thing is clear. At the very beginning of the movement called for the return of their votes. Today, they argue for a "Republic of Iran," the officer violated. Perhaps he manages to destroy the opposition, but someone might save his soul if he fails.