I told director of my camp what he said, so he called him and gave him a couple of words. I asked my camp director for a permit to marry her. He said yes, hers said no.

It was terrible. Our job was to cut trees. Old women and children, everybody worked.

They fly away, like birds.

We have a job. We have money like everyone else. As soon as possible, we get citizenship.

He helped my baby. For this, I said, he should live. And he did.

Next Sunday, I go to the camp, I meet her and that was it. We stick together until today.

It's a slave camp. You have no rights. The food is horrible. We were not allowed to go in public places. We walked three kilometers on Sunday in restricted areas. That's the way we lived until the end of war.

I'm skin and bone when they see me. I'm tall and skinny. The first thing the wife said to her husband was, 'feed him.' They kept me for almost two weeks. I asked them where they got the clothes they gave me. They said their teenage son was arrested and they hadn't seen him anymore. They gave me his clothes.