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Arletta da Silva – Belgium

“I soon opened the door of the “palace” where we lived (2 rooms), but… no, it was not him.

In front of that damned door which, at my tender age, I rushed to open, I saw two men, one I knew, a certain “son of a bitch”, and the other looked like he was even worse; fear took over me, I was only eight years old!”

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