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Als wir unten in Caprara ankamen, in dem großen Hof, war das Grauenhafteste, die Schreie der Männer, Frauen und Kinder, die dort umgebracht wurden. Ein Ereignis…unbeschreiblich: das Vieh, halb verbrannt, das brüllte… es war etwas, war etwas… es wird immer in mein Gedächtnis gebrannt sein, wie auch immer es sei, es wird immer eingeprägt sein.
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When we arrived in Caprara, in this big yard, the most terrible things were the screams of men, women and children who were being killed… a terrible scene, it is impossible to tell: the cattle, half burnt, was screaming…this is something, is something…it will be stamped in my mind for ever, anyway, it will always be on my mind. It was something really…a massacre, this is what it was. I saw children butchered over there…no, no, no! This has left a mark on each of us and this mark will be forever, because being at war is one thing, you fight loyally, me on my side, and you on your side, but such a slaughtering of defenceless children and women, that has been atrocious. Screaming, suffering, people running, bleeding, they didn’t know where…If you haven’t seen it, you cannot believe it, it’s impossible to say…something like that…it’s impossible.
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