Tailgate
A century-old story... Now everyone will know the great courage of a mother to protect her country from enemy occupation, which even today people cannot believe and death cannot kill.
As we read the determination of a self-sacrificing woman through tears, we will visualize another hero whose value we will never be able to evaluate.
He was planning not to be caught by the enemy while he was undertaking the heaviest load he could carry. Every night he changed his paths with the fear of 'getting caught this time'. His fear was not so much of being caught but the moral anxiety of knowing that no one else could come this far. Who else would carry the soldiers' bread after him?
In the pitch dark of the night, he would pass through paths that goats could barely walk on; he would be out of breath as he passed. He would calculate every leaf he stepped on, knowing that a tiny crack would be riddled with dozens of bullets. In the cold of the night, he would not wear thick clothing so as not to weigh him down; he would walk with the warmth of the bread he was carrying and while he was praying in silence, his child, whom he could not get enough of looking at, would pass in front of his eyes.