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The
last goodbye As Russia comes to
terms with the school
atrocity, Nick Paton Walsh in
Beslan reports on the grief
and anger engulfing a
community Nick
Paton Walsh The
Observer The child's body lay
on a stretcher, the skin
charred and pale, an arm
wrenched off by blasts, the
little stomach concave and its
dead face etched for eternity
with disbelief. Maybe a boy,
maybe a girl. At 3pm, it lay
with 245 other bodies on the
floor outside the mortuary in
the city of Vladikavkaz. They lay in neat rows
of about 20, black or silver
liners partially masking each
distorted and burned out human
form. Yesterday the small
town of Beslan struggled with
an aching grief, with
incredulity and with a
fearsome anger as it faced the
reality of the siege of Middle
School Number One. So far,
Russian officials have said,
330 people, 156 of them
children, are dead. The final
total could be far higher, 500
or more, with up to 600
injured. All 35 Chechen
hostage-takers too are dead
but no one cares to add them
to the terrible total. This is the detritus
of Russia's worst terrorist
nightmare: a hostage crisis in
which the fate of a thousand
people was caught between
Russia's desire not to pander
to Chechen-linked
'international terrorism', and
the will of 35 militants to
become martyrs for their
ideology and their brutalised
country. Based on a growing
list of the missing and on
eye-witness accounts, fears
were growing last night that
the final number of dead, if
it is ever conclusively known,
has a further grim climb
ahead. In the mortuary, one
man's stomach had been ripped
open. Another body was burnt
beyond recognition, its limbs
gone. Some bodies had been
covered up, others laid bare
beneath transparent plastic
sheeting so that the throngs
of wailing relatives outside
might eventually be granted a
quick identification. None of
the bodies seen by The
Observer carried bullet
wounds; most appeared to have
been killed by a blast. The mortuary workers
wore masks or clutched their
shirts to their mouths to hold
back the sulphurous smell of
death. They had been dealing
with deliveries all afternoon,
the first two full
refrigerator trucks bringing
their loads from the hospital
and overflowing mortuary at
Beslan earlier that day. As
the second truck backed into
the mortuary, relatives
crowded around it, trying to
squeeze through the tiny gap
between it and the gates of
the charnel house. 'Of course we expect
more,' said one doctor
standing by, 'but we don't
know how many.' A third truck
arrived some 15 minutes later.
Inside the mortuary, a frantic
official struggled to record
the scant number of identified
corpses, which at 3pm stood at
59. Inside, the
post-mortem slabs were still
wet from being hosed down. A
puddle of blood sat, ignored,
in the middle of the corridor.
For the large crowd of
panicked and exhausted
relatives outside, the desire
to know if their missing loved
ones were among the found
victims overcame the instinct
to avoid such a scene of
carnage. Outside they fought
to get a glance at the dead.
One elderly man broke through
a gap in the gate. It took
three policemen to hold him
back. Another woman fainted to
the grass, as medics attended
to her. Five men, among the
first few to have found a
conclusion to their hysterical
search, carried a coffin over
their shoulders and passed it
over their heads into the
grounds of the mortuary. Half an hour later
the body of a middle-aged
woman had been loaded into the
coffin, her black hair and
jaundiced face contrasting
with the clean white cotton of
the coffin lining. As her
relatives lowered the coffin
into the back of their truck,
a woman broke into a siren's
wail. Seconds later the other
women around her did likewise.
Igor Sulemana, whose
wife Salimat was among the 31
people released on Thursday,
was dealing with a more brutal
turn of fate. He sat on the
grass, speechless in the wait
for a chance to see if his
son's body was in the
mortuary. Sergei, a former
policeman, had stood outside
his flat in Beslan late on
Friday night and cursed the
weakness and corruption of his
government, after hours wasted
looking for his son in
hospital. Outside the mortuary,
he said: 'I'm giving up.
There's no chance getting
through this crowd.' For some
the indignity of fighting to
identify their dead was too
much. Many fear it may take
days more for what some were
estimating at up to 500
corpses to be identified. Earlier that morning,
those in Beslan who had slept
had woken to discover the
television was admitting that
the number of dead and injured
had already exceeded 354 - the
initial toll of schoolchildren
and parents the authorities
were prepared to admit were in
the hall. The local channel
showed sombre footage of a
bellicose speech by President
Putin. The bodies of the
militants were paraded for the
cameras. 'Look, there they
are,' said the presenter as
the camera focused on a young
man's shaven face. Beslan's main
hospital had already been
overwhelmed. The dead had been
taken from the overflowing
mortuary. Savel Tochno, a
doctor, said at 9am that 250
bodies had been taken away to
Vladikavkaz in shifts since
Friday morning. He said he
expected the dead could total
500 as bodies were still being
extracted from the rubble. Two
nurses said there were about
20 patients left there, the
remainder ferried to Moscow,
Germany or Austria for
specialist burns, trauma or
bullet-wound treatment. Lists of people
thought to have been treated
by the hospital were pinned on
the walls of the hospital as
relatives, their eyes red with
despair, roamed around the
buildings. Madina Khupayeva
was look ing for her grandson.
She said: 'Why can't we have
new lists - these ones are out
of date. I saw all that
happened yesterday, and can
only keep thinking, "How
did they get there?" How
did they [the militants] drive
through three or four other
towns and not have their
weapons checked?' 'The government told
us all would be OK, there
would be no siege and that
they had been given water to
drink. But really they were
drinking their own urine. This
shows one thing: neither this
government nor Moscow cares
for poor people.' Last night Marina
Kisiyeva was still searching
for half of her family. Her
son, Aslan, seven, and
husband, Artur, 32, a factory
worker, were at the school,
and she has heard from neither
of them. Only her daughter is
left. She cannot answer
questions about blame or
anger, clutching a
handkerchief to her trembling
mouth. Instead her friend,
Irina, butts in: 'Of course
the terrorists are to blame,
and of course the government
are covering things up.' The school yesterday
was surrounded by police, a
Russian and Northern Ossetian
flag flying from its remaining
wall, the work of a JCB about
to begin. For reasons he did
not care to explain, Putin has
announced the town would be
sealed off. Yet across Beslan,
the damage was only beginning
to be assessed. Women and men
burst into tears as television
ran lists of the dead and
hospitalised.
'Two-and-a-half-year-old boy,
in intensive care, name
unknown,' read one. Ilfa Gagiyeva, 32, who yesterday scrambled to safety from the smouldering gym with her seven-year-old daughter Diana, sat before endlessly repeated TV footage of exhausted-looking Russian soldiers, of the three days of the siege, of her once obscure little town, and of presidential speeches, her eyes blank. 'I'm not even watching,' she said. 'It's all going right through me.' |