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They killed them all, you know, every single member of my family, every friend I ever knew before the revolution, neighbors and vendors, the people who sold me eggs and coffee, who remarked on the how my children had grown into beautiful young people. Everyone of them dead. And my children, too. My daughter, she was pregnant. They cut the child from her.
You look at me like I lie, like I exaggerate the horror having lived. But I tell you what I have done is burned the horror into my mind. I did not look away, I did not cover my eyes. No. I stood witness and vowed as I watched, screaming and crying, I vowed that I would recall all of the details, that I would recall the knives and the guns, the blood and the terror.
And the faces of the killers, those I will never forget. You will know when I find one of them. Yes, you will know and so will they. I am the witness.
