This
is my story, and I would like to share with you all. 30 August'1999 a
week after I celebrated my 19 birthday, I voted for the first and the
most important in my life Autonomy or Independence. Four days later we
heard the result that we are free and Independence as a nation. My
father is an older brother so his family come live with us with their
family. My mother is also an older sister so her entire sister come and
live with us. Based on my mother experienced in 1975 who live in Dili
will survive. My mother survived in 1975 with 5 and pregnant knowing her
husband was taken by the other party. But on the fifth of September
1999, at 9.45pm a truck full of militia and an army jeep stop in front
our house start shooting at my parent house in Mandarin front house full
with 35 people and in the back house full with 32 people. The shooting
last about 10 minutes, I can hear their shouting to each other just kill
all of them! I can heard the poppin
g
sound of bullet hit the tins roof like popping popcorn in microwave. One
bullet missed my big sister by 20ml! God in our side by miracle nobody
hurt or killed on that night. My hero is my uncle Leo. He wore his army
uniform that night and he went out side jump the fence in between the
shoot. He nearly got killed but he shout and scream I am one of you,
this is my family, please don't shoot! They stop shooting and they said
to each other is wrong house! And went they go. In the morning we found
102 bullet on the ground and none hit us! I believe in God and Miracle! I
don't like to talk or write about it. But it's a memory you would like
to share with friend and family. It's still bring tear to my eyes till
now! Love my family! I don't know what people said but I am and we all
Eastimorese are a survivor. Viva Timor Leste!
By Linia Caldas
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