When I got off the train, two people grabbed me by the arms and led me somewhere.
"Why?" I asked.
"There will be explained."
"Where are you taking me?"
"There you will know," the answer was.
A colonel of the National Liberation Army sat at the table.
"Who is the organizer?" He asked.
"Sazon," I answered.
I was hit with a club from behind.
"Ay! Don't hit! I'll sign everything!"
"So it would be right away," the colonel pushed the interrogation protocol towards me.