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What did she tell you?
- We would all die tomorrow.
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And that you know it too.
- She's crazy.
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Nothing more than Gypsy superstition.
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You don't believe it?
- Of course not.
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She had a reason for telling me.
She said I must tell you all
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that happened to me
when they shot my mother and father.
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You've told me.
- No.
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No, I didn't tell you what happened
when they herded us up the hill
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and to the barber shop.
- I don't want to hear it.
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Two men looked at me and one said,
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"That's the daughter of the mayor."
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The other said, "Commence with her."
They took me to the barber shop
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and put me in the chair and held me.
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In the mirror I could only see
my mother and my father
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at the moment of the shooting.
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My mother's words were in my head
like a scream that went on and on.
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And I could fell a pain.
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They were pulling at my hair
and cutting it off with a razor.
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And then they put the braids
in my mouth...
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and tied them around my neck
to make a gag.
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Then they ran clippers across my head.
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I commenced to cry, because until then
I'd been too frozen to feel anything.
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In the mirror,
I could see the men laugh.
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I couldn't look away from the horror
my face made with braids in my mouth.
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When they took me out,
I stumbled over the dead barber.
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They had shot him
because he belonged to a union.