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days when he felt particularly inspired； he spiced up his badgering a little； _Hey； you flat…nosed Babalu； who did you eat today？ Tell us； you slant…eyed donkey！_
Now he was walking toward us； hands on his hips； his sneakers kicking up little puffs of dust。
Good morning； _kunis_！ Assef exclaimed； waving。 Fag； that was another of his favorite insults。 Hassan retreated behind me as the three older boys closed in。 They stood before us； three tall boys dressed in jeans and T…shirts。 Towering over us all； Assef crossed his thick arms on his chest； a savage sort of grin on his lips。 Not for the first time； it occurred to me that Assef might not be entirely sane。 It also occurred to me how lucky I was to have Baba as my father； the sole reason； I believe； Assef had mostly refrained from harassing me too much。
He tipped his chin to Hassan。 Hey； Flat…Nose； he said。 How is Babalu？
Hassan said nothing and crept another step behind me。
Have you heard the news； boys？ Assef said； his grin never faltering。 The king is gone。 Good riddance。 Long live the president！ My father knows Daoud Khan； did you know that； Amir？
So does my father； I said。 In reality； I had no idea if that was true or not。
So does my father； Assef mimicked me in a whining voice。 Kamal and Wali cackled in unison。 I wished Baba were there。
Well； Daoud Khan dined at our house last year； Assef went on。 How do you like that； Amir？
I wondered if anyone would hear us scream in this remote patch of land。 Baba s house was a good kilometer away。 I wished we d stayed at the house。
Do you know what I will tell Daoud Khan the next time he es to our house for dinner？ Assef said。 I m going to have a little chat with him； man to man； _mard_ to _mard_。 Tell him what I told my mother。 About Hitler。 Now； there was a leader。 A great leader。
A man with vision。 I ll tell Daoud Khan to remember that if they had let Hitler finish what he had started； the world be a better place now
Baba says Hitler was crazy； that he ordered a lot of innocent people killed； I heard myself say before I could clamp a hand on my mouth。
Assef snickered。 He sounds like my mother； and she s German； she should know better。 But then they want you to believe that； don t they？ They don t want you to know the truth。
I didn t know who they were； or what truth they were hiding； and I didn t want to find out。 I wished I hadn t said anything。 I wished again I d look up and see Baba ing up the hill。
But you have to read books they don t give out in school； Assef said。 I have。 And my eyes have been opened。 Now I have a vision； and I m going to share it with our new president。 Do you know what it is？
I shook my head。 He d tell me anyway； Assef always answered his own questions。
His blue eyes flicked to Hassan。 Afghanistan is the land of Pashtuns。 It always has been； always will be。 We are the true Afghans； the pure Afghans； not this Flat…Nose here。 His people pollute our homeland； our watan。 They dirty our blood。 He made a sweeping； grandiose gesture with his hands。 Afghanistan for Pashtuns； I say。 That s my vision。