In my capacity of translator I was responsible for timely and quality submission of translations of project deliverables – technical and engineering reports, monthly and quarterly progress reports, presentations, training materials and guidelines, design schemes and drawings, medical insurance guidelines, etc.
I was 4 years - 5th. Can't remember. God, give to calm down. My father was the commander of the guerrilla group: they were in the forest. My mother used to bake bread and carry out there. We were betrayed. They took us to the headquarters, and we were brutalized there, they poured boiling water on us. All wounded, rugged. So, mother didn‘t withstand and asked me, „Where dad is.“ I remember how dad had been taken off from the gallows, and brought to us. Puted here under the window. As a mother, when she was brought from the headquarter laid out on the floor, as the mother was dying. A neighbor took me. I screamed “Mother don't die„! The star was cut out on the back of the children - can you imagine? A sister was poured with boiling water that the mother didn’t withstand and said “Where is the father„? Do you understand? Policemen, of course, beat many people.