"Give me the canteen, you dirty Russian!" Sasha was drunker
than drunk, and laughed at me, pouring the water partly in
his mouth, partly on his shirt, partly on his cot. "Fucking
Russian son of a bitch", I said. But I didn't do anything, I
was too tired. Besides, I wasn't really thirsty.

Killing civilians is worse than killing armed policemen, and
killing children is the absolute worst of the worst. That
would send you straight to Jewish hell, if such a thing
existed. That's what Sasha says, but I don't even think he's
really Jewish. He's probably one of those fucking bastards
who faked papers and came here just because he couldn't get
to America. The fucker can't even speak Hebrew properly, and
when he's drunk he keeps swearing in Russian, which drives
me crazy because I know he's talking about me. I know how to
say "nigger" in Russian.

He said it, and so I tried to grab the canteen from his
grubby hands, but he laughed and squirmed, forcing me to hug
him and smell his alcoholic breath. I pulled the leg of his
cot, sending him to the floor. The canteen fell, and what
remained of the water collected in a small puddle, quickly
fading into the Earth, being sucked down by the denizens of
Sasha's Jewish hell.

"Give me cigarette, you Ethiopian son of bitch". I threw the
whole box of Nobles at him, and prayed that he would burn
himself to death. These are the pieces of shit that I have
to trust to watch my back. I swear, I prefer the company of
those son of a bitch Fatah. Keep the cigarettes, you Russian
child killer.