he sees that we are not going to do anything to him, he runs away quickly.
"God knows how he can run like that with a bullet in his ass," says the medic.
"What do you mean? He was only lightly wounded, wasn’t he?" asks Jamus.
"Well," the medic explains, "the bullet is deep. If he is not operated on and the wound gets infected, he will get blood poisoning and die."
"And who is going to operate on him in this shitty village?" asks Jamus.
The medic shrugs his shoulders.
We drive on. Suddenly the first jeep stops. We stop too.
"What is going on?" asks Nachshe. "Have you found another child to shoot in the bottom?"
"Idiot!" Kebab shouts excitedly. "Our goggles are walking over there."
"Where?" I ask and look around. But I can’t see anything without goggles.
"There, you fool!" Kebab points at a herd of about twenty cows grazing at the side of the road. Probably the ones looked after by the little boy. I understand. Of course. There are our goggles!
"You know what a cow like that is worth?" asks Kebab enthusias-tically. "I’ll tell you: a fortune. You just have to sell them to the right dealer. That will be enough for the goggles and some other things besides."
"And where can we get a truck?" asks Nachshe with a worried expression.
"If we report this to the battalion, they will take all the cows for the kitchen" Tarzan predicts.
"You know what?" Sancho has found the solution. "We tell them that we have found five cows. The others we get rid of straight away. We give the battalion five." Agreed. We have no alternative.
"Hello - Tango - Golf- Alpha - Five5..." The battalion is sending a vehicle.
In the meantime we have to keep the cows together. How to convince cows? Quite simple. After all, we have seen lots of cowboy movies! The return of Tom Mix and Buck Jones. The jeeps are