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“We were surrounded on three sides. I was writing a farewell letter, I was hungry and in pain. They were no longer shooting at us, but somewhere in the distance. Shooting grew distant. Then Arkan and his “tigers†entered the village. I was ashamed. I had shit in my pants from fear, although I’m a […]