Except for a few cooking fires, it was dark when the seven truckloads of Portuguese soldiers came. They took me and many of our village down to the river. I heard many shots, and four men near me fell into the river. Then a Portuguese soldier stuck me many times in the back with the knife on his rifle. He kicked me into the river. I grabbed a branch and it carried me downstream. I crawled out and lay all the next day in the bush. Some friends found me and carried me here, where they are making me...
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