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I grabbed my father's hand and said 'I am here with my father, I don't want to leave him'.
'Come on, get lost!' he said. He then made me step out of the line along with four other boys of my age and took us to a spot from which we could not see the execution site. We were walking when we heard the firing behind our backs. I turned round and I swear—maybe I only imagined it—but I do swear I saw my father fall