Few years before i had a chance to make small research about gorkha rifles in ieper for that check gorkharifles dot zoomshare dot com reading that story one of my friend rene was interested to write one story about gorkha rifles ,who came Ieper (belgium ) during first world war and died here i hope you all like this story , He’s only a pawn in their game… (Bob Dylan). FOG. Since in Nepal a popular uprising against a corrupt dynasty finally made the world’s press (an uprising fought by government troops with weapons supplied by Belgium – a present to his Walloon electorate from ex-Minister Louis Michel, then of Foreign Affairs, now European Commissioner for Development and Humanitarian Aid), I want to tell a story about two Nepalese brothers. The story is set about a century ago, and again Belgium plays an important part in it, but this time, not by its own choice. *** Their mother, Laxmi, was the most beautiful woman of their hill. That was according to Kul bahadur, their father, and as more often than not in esthetical matters, he was right. Laxmi was twenty one, she already had a daughter, who was now two years old. As soon as Laxmi felt movement in her womb she knew she would give birth to twins, two boys. She already loved them now, and therefore, during her pregnancy, she was often sad for them : the brothers would live together, but one will survive the other, and that sadness will be unbearable for the one who survives. Laxmi knew this already now. Kul bahadur, the father, knew nothing of her thoughts, because she did not bother him with them. Kul bahadur was the furniture maker and artist of the hill. They lived at the tree line of their hill (in Nepal, everything below a height of five thousand meters is called a hill – Nepalese people think it is funny that differences in elevation of barely a hundred meters are given a name in flat countries). When Kul bahadur went down to search for wood because he had an order for furniture, he sometimes stayed away for days. He searched with patience and love for the tree which seemed the most fit for the task at hand : a table, a bed, a door. He talked to the tree, introduced himself, explained patiently to the tree why it was that he was chosen and not his neighbor, how he would look like later, and how he would be treated with love and respect, and would in this way be able to serve for generations. When he felt that the tree agreed with him he looked for help in the village, and with combined forces they would remove the chosen one from his old environment, and bring him to his new one. A good tree would furnish sufficient wood to satisfy the requirements of Kul bahadur for a long time. Laxmi also contributed to the family income : her mother had taught her a lot of useful things, but the most useful was the weaving of wool. That was also Laxmi’s preferred occupation. Just like her husband talked to his tree, so Laxmi told the sheep, goats, and yaks what purpose their wool would have : warm clothes for children, bedspreads for the cold winters. Life on their hill was good, and beneath them the world was leading its own existence, at a different rhythm and with other means. They knew up there at the tree line some of what was happening in the world, and also had their own opinion about that, but they did not feel very involved with the modern times. Beneath them the air was heavier, people were more difficult, there were many reasons for them to stay where life was good. Only Laxmi was sometimes concerned, she was the mother, and what she heard about the world she often found inconceivable, and the inconceivable made her scared and suspicious. She would not express her suspicion in words, but sometimes Kul bahadur could tell from the color of her weaving, or the patterns she put into it, that something bothered her. He did not talk with her about it, because he knew it would not help, but tried to make the object he was working on even more beautiful and perfect than normal, and in that way to bring the world around them back into balance. ....... to be continue