The first thing that comes to mind is April 9. When I was standing here, some strange creatures came at us with tanks, and then, for some reason, they chased me and my daughter, Nutsa — why, I don’t know. One of them had a paddle-like thing… who or what it was, I don’t know. They had something covering their faces. That poisonous gas — the shock of it at the time was immense. Yet, in the end, they were forced to reveal what they had used.

And today, faced with this reality… honestly, I can’t come to terms with it. It’s hard to accept that your own government is fighting against its own people.