I was 13 years old when the war broke out
and I was very aware of what was going on around me socially, politically – I found it all very interesting.
I read a lot and because of this,
I was already a bit prepared for this period of war, I wasn't quite such a novice.
However, this was only on the level of a 13-year-old boy,
who was bright and fairly mature, but nothing more than that.
Again, most of my education was thanks to my sister.
One day, she came home with a wound to her head because members of ONR
had turned the class benches 
into a ghetto, and my sister, who by then was a student,
refused to sit... didn't want to sit on the right, Aryan side
but instead stood along with all the others who were 
protesting, and so they split her head open for that,
although it wasn't bad enough for her to have to go to hospital.
So these were components of a sort of education, and I 
recall that by then I already hated members of ONR,
not only because they'd bashed my sister over the 
head but I already had some idea of what was going on.
But that's all, there's not much more I can say about this.
