...We got caught..
It was terrible, our friends were gone.. Being partizan was a crime, and we didn't treat them like children either.
She was the first who was questioned.
Another man knew us, he said that she is witch.
The officer laughed and she speed and his face, then she hit her back in the face.
We were thrown in the dark basement.
I don't remember much, I had concussion.
All I know, she took my hand and said, I will ask him.
And cut our fingers with something sharp, then rubbed on each other. I remember her singing quietly in unknown language...
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
