Anger chase

"I didn't do anything else to offend the iron-clad man who's turned against his own people. He didn't go out to the demonstration, he wasn't the reason for the first bullets and tears being shed, and to be put in that way on the back of the security vehicle is an insult he can't, unfortunately, respond to. He choked on so much he wanted to say, but when he couldn't, he held back his words, a verbal hemorrhoid, anything else that contained disappointment and bitterness. Winter trifles settled in his mind and swelled, including asking the licker to buy him a bottle of pineapple-flavored, refreshing Bazianos drink, and from the nearest grocery store, the woman driving the car, to check the engine oil level and the radiator coolant, and the beautiful girl wearing a black dress and headscarf, who stayed when the security vehicle passed by, that's it." He wasn't a cultured or well-read man, otherwise he might have even considered asking for Ernest Hemingway's "A Farewell to Arms," ​​which was hanging on the front of a kiosk they passed. He hadn't done anything to harm the iron fist of the regime that ruled his people so rigidly. He hadn't participated in a demonstration, nor had he been involved in the firing of bullets and tear gas. Being put in the back of a police car like that was a profound humiliation to which he, unfortunately, couldn't respond. He choked on his words, trying to release them all, but to no avail. He was overwhelmed with frustration and bitterness. A multitude of trivial thoughts flashed through his mind and then vanished: asking Aluaak to buy him a bottle of Bazianos pineapple-flavored refreshing drink from the nearest grocery store, asking the stranger driving the car to check the engine oil and radiator coolant levels, and asking the beautiful girl in the red dress and white scarf, who spat when she saw the police car, to love him. Khodj was neither educated nor well-read, otherwise he might have also considered requesting Ernest Hemingway’s “A Farewell to Arms,” which was displayed in the window of a kiosk they passed.