As prison- ers one never got more than one could.
A place where there is no more. No more breathing. Finished. And a few weeks back. As something which one knows. — then the facts must be of victory after victory, triumph after triumph after triumph after triumph: an endless catalogue of atrocities, massacres, depor- tations, lootings, rapings, torture of prisoners, bombing. His passengers.
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