About the book: 1978 / "...Whatever you say, the sacred rites of miners near weapons that have gone out of control evoke envy. So he dropped to one knee, put explosives next to him, on a random stone on the other side of you - a lit cigarette. I took out a piece of ignition cord and a primer. Slowly, with a careful movement, he inserted the cord into the capsule, hesitated a little and used special tweezers to squeeze the capsule onto the cord. The ready-made fuse was lowered into a recess on the explosive, secured with a scarf, then tied around the explosive and hung on the mine in such a way that the explosive lay close to the bottom where the charge was located. He smoked a cigarette that had begun to fade and brought its light to the tip of the cord. Sparks flew. The miner stood up and, with the same leisurely step, walked away, towards his favorite shelter. For us, this also served as a signal to retreat. …»