GRATINA NINELA
The night of the explosion there is a young boy who came at home.  It was at night.  There's something I wanted to do outside the house.  When I opened the door, I realised that there was somebody coming round the corner.  I went back to the house as fast as I could and locked the door because the situation was scarring at that time in the place.  In the house we had my sister-in-law's son, who is far older than my children.  So I told him as a man, that there is somebody I saw outside, I'm scared, I don't know what he is up to.
	So he went to the door and opened the door.  He realised that that boy was hurt.  He opened the door and let him in.  He told me that that boy was very, very, was badly hurt.  Now, when I see a big sore or hear about somebody damaged or badly hurt, there is a feeling that comes inwards, in me, it seems as if there is some cold water just running in my tummy or down the leg, and down the legs.  I had that feeling.  I didn't go to see that boy.  I gave whatever I could to help that boy, Detol, cottonwool and warm water and when I was told that he was shivering, I told them to take some disprins from my bag.