All the men on our street were walking up the hill carrying weapons: some people had Kalashnikovs, some pistols, some were carrying barrel bombs. I saw our neighbour Ismail, he’s so old, he walks with a stick. He was struggling to drag a big metallic thing on a wooden wheelbarrow. He said it was a medium-range RS-82 rocket. It made a scraping sound. People complimented him: Ismail, that looks great, have you got the launch pad too. He said he didn’t have it, but maybe someone else would find it. You never know when you need a rocket, he said.
