The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University

The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University The Road to Afghanistan - George Washington University

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was short, without a moustache despite being an ethnic Pashtun, and a Khalq member since theparty’s inception. He was close to Taraki. Abdul Khayyum taught at the Pashtun Academy. He wasa specialist in the Pashto language and in the history of Afghanistan. He defended his dissertationat Moscow State University under the supervision of one of the most prominent Soviet scholars onAfghanistan, Professor Dvoryankov. Nurzai spoke Russian better than many Russians.Yura also knew that Natalya, who was a Jew from Odessa, was a formidable cook. That’swhy, without hesitation, he responded, “If it’s okay, we’ll come tomorrow.”“Yes, that’s fine—come at about five o’clock. Write our address down. Well, you have ouraddress.” Yuri had the address because Natalya recently visited him at the consulate to discusssome unpleasant issue.After he hung up, Yuri thought to himself, “why have they invited us over now, whereasthey never had before? Something is not right. I’m going to figure it out when I see them.”The next day Yura and his wife, having bought flowers, candy, vodka, champagne, and toysfor the children, came to the Nurzais in Mikrorayon.Smiling Abdul Khayyum opened the door. Their three-room apartment was filled with thefragrances of delicious foods. Abdul Khayyum hugged Yura and kissed him as if he’d just seen hislong-lost brother. They greeted each other, chatted with the children, who were happy to receivethe toys, and the dinner began. The theme of the conversation was the military coup.Yura avoided straight answers when Nurzai asked Yura what he was doing during themilitary assault. Instead, he raised many toasts and vodka began to flow. Nurzai understood Yura’stricks.Later, they started a conversation that was purely political. Abdul Khayyum explained howhe, a philologist who had never served in the army, received a note from Hafizullah Amin about132

liberating PDPA leaders from prison. After receiving the note, he spent all night visiting officers inMikrorayon and telling them, “tomorrow morning there will be a military coup. Daoud and hisfascist pro-American regime should be swept away by the forces of the Afghan military. When youbecame a member of the People’s Democratic Party, you knew your responsibilities. You mustsupport us. This is an order. If you support us, perhaps you will live, or you may die as a hero. If wewin, you will achieve a lot in life. If you don’t support us, we will hang you the next day in front ofthe windows of your apartment on the power lines, in front of your wife and children.”Some officers started to cry and threw themselves at Abdul Khayyum’s feet. “Why did I everget involved with you and your party!” they would exclaim. Abdul Khayyum would respond, “Don’tyou think about the risk I take to come to you with such a threat? Do you know who I am? Youknow that I also have a wife and children. What will happen to me tomorrow, to my wife and mychildren, if you don’t do what I demand? Think seriously. This is not a joking matter!”“This is how the coup d’etat happened,” said Yura, in deep thought. “This is the mechanism.Silly us, considering this a revolution, believing this was the work of the people’s masses.”Nurzai took a look at Yura and his wife and said, “This is how revolutions are made.”Now Yura understood the purpose of the invitation. It was Nurzai’s wish to create hisreputation as a hero of the revolution and to take advantage of the situation for himself.After having boasted of his role in the military coup, Nurzai poured himself a full glass ofvodka and drank it all in silence. Then he started to elaborate about things that, from Yura’s pointof view as an operative, were of no interest at all.Natalya walked Yura and his wife to the car after dinner and explained the dinner’sunsavory end by her husband’s fatigue and anxiety. Saying goodbye, she continued, “Do you knowhow difficult it was to know for several days that everybody could be killed—my husband, my133

was short, without a moustache despite being an ethnic Pashtun, and a Khalq member since theparty’s inception. He was close <strong>to</strong> Taraki. Abdul Khayyum taught at the Pashtun Academy. He wasa specialist in the Pash<strong>to</strong> language and in the his<strong>to</strong>ry of <strong>Afghanistan</strong>. He defended his dissertationat Moscow State <strong>University</strong> under the supervision of one of the most prominent Soviet scholars on<strong>Afghanistan</strong>, Professor Dvoryankov. Nurzai spoke Russian better than many Russians.Yura also knew that Natalya, who was a Jew from Odessa, was a formidable cook. That’swhy, without hesitation, he responded, “If it’s okay, we’ll come <strong>to</strong>morrow.”“Yes, that’s fine—come at about five o’clock. Write our address down. Well, you have ouraddress.” Yuri had the address because Natalya recently visited him at the consulate <strong>to</strong> discusssome unpleasant issue.After he hung up, Yuri thought <strong>to</strong> himself, “why have they invited us over now, whereasthey never had before? Something is not right. I’m going <strong>to</strong> figure it out when I see them.”<strong>The</strong> next day Yura and his wife, having bought flowers, candy, vodka, champagne, and <strong>to</strong>ysfor the children, came <strong>to</strong> the Nurzais in Mikrorayon.Smiling Abdul Khayyum opened the door. <strong>The</strong>ir three-room apartment was filled with thefragrances of delicious foods. Abdul Khayyum hugged Yura and kissed him as if he’d just seen hislong-lost brother. <strong>The</strong>y greeted each other, chatted with the children, who were happy <strong>to</strong> receivethe <strong>to</strong>ys, and the dinner began. <strong>The</strong> theme of the conversation was the military coup.Yura avoided straight answers when Nurzai asked Yura what he was doing during themilitary assault. Instead, he raised many <strong>to</strong>asts and vodka began <strong>to</strong> flow. Nurzai unders<strong>to</strong>od Yura’stricks.Later, they started a conversation that was purely political. Abdul Khayyum explained howhe, a philologist who had never served in the army, received a note from Hafizullah Amin about132

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