COMMISSIONER
We were taken to a house, where we met the families  of the 11 other comrades.  We spent the night there.  Oliver Thambo, the President of the ANC, came there to sympathise.  He held my hand for a long time, not uttering a word, just shaking his head until tears began rolling down his cheeks.  He then comforted my parents, who by now were convinced of my brother's death.