Im sorry, but it is hard to talk about it...
...Well when i was 16 my vatter had run a small private business.Although he didnt earn much it was enough to feed us.And that cursed day had come,some military officials came to my house and arrested my father for "alleged weapons smuggling",next day his shop "accidentally exploded" official report was that the gas pipes were old and rusty.When i thought that it cant be worse than this it became a nightmare...Only 4 days after my father was arrested the court has decided to shoot my father,my mother and i didnt know that until he was already dead.My mother was so shocked by that news that she got sick, i tried to earn some money to buy her medicine but it was very expensive and health-care institutions ignored our requests.
My mother didnt die in home,she died on the street because our hause became property of military because "they need our property more than us".
The rest isnt so important every day was a challenge, a challenge to survive...
So here i am, and whole my biography.
***Herrmann out***
