Transition

Men in uniforms came and dragged or chased the people away. They set fire to everything, now our house our fields and harvests are a prey to the flames, and they sowed our streets with dead. When the time arrives I am going back to my town and the ground that was watered by the sweat of my forefathers will be soaked with my blood before I will allow their rule of Fascism.

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