ESTHER GRANT
It was on a Friday on the 15th of 1992.  On my way, I was coming from work.  When I came I met another gentleman, he said to me oh it is terrible.  The bullets this side on 3rd Avenue, on your side.  And when I came out of that Double Up, I was trying to double up short cut so that I must reach home quickly, I find my other son is busy with a big truck taking all my household, putting it in that truck and I cried, I said why are you doing that, he said everybody is running away, is moving, how can you stay with these people when things are going on like this.  The
ALEXANDRA HEARING TRC/GAUTENG
2 GRANT
shooting was going on, we couldn't even - some things were getting broken to pieces.  I couldn't even have patience, I was just crying, the bullets were just going like this, missing people.  Then I said to my son where am I going, he says no you will have to see where will go like the people are going to the Council.  Then I was dumped at the Council from 1992 up to now and even there at the Council there is no peace, it is not a nice place for a person like me to stay.  There is always fightings around, people just starting with nothing.  You don't know what is the cause of the trouble.  It is too much and those people who are staying in our houses, where do they come from.  Are we not people, are we animals?  We must suffer through the other people.  Where did they stay?  Where do they come from when they come and occupy our houses?  To them we are just like you know just like a piece of paper.  People have got no manners to talk nicely to people, they just take you roughly.  Plenty of my things are lost, everybody has got my things, people are just putting things which they don't know to whom does it belong.  But because I depend on God Almighty Jesus how many years are we start there by the Council, we are like sardines if you can come and see, what little room am I staying in the Council.  With daughters.  I can't even wash myself, I must ask them to go outside.  Is that the life I am living for the sake of those people that I don't know where do they come from.  Where do they belong.  My late father's property is being occupied by other people.  I am suffering like a mad dog.