“The biggest spectacle was already over, with that tank number 314 that had crashed into the arcade on the eastern end of the Peace Fighters Square - nomen est omen - I don’t know why they left it there. It had knocked down to pillars, damaged one, somewhere between houses number 3 and 4; Fotografia - that is, the house had that word on its facade, and the photos later showed that the F had already fallen down. And [the tank] was covered in the rubble, and the other tanks drove round it, and those had already gone by then when I came there, so it was already in the situation when the people were pulling the wounded from the rubble and when three ambulances arrived and stopped at right angle behind the tank. Those were the low-roofed twelve-oh-ones, I think. And now what happened was that the tank started up and began reversing. It reversed out of the rubble, because [the crew] couldn’t have seen a thing, their front visors were blocked, the hatch was also blocked, so it reversed. And as it did so, the ambulances standing behind it began jumping up and down on their tyres, as it pushed them back. Then it pushed them away to both sides, so they were pretty mangled up. Then the hatch opened on the turret, the left-over rubble fell off, and a Soviet officer climbed out - he had a pistol and sub-machine gun, so he must have been the tank commander, and he needed to check which direction to go. But of course, because he had crashed it all up, the square and the ambulances, that was something of an impulse, you could feel it, the adrenaline started frothing - so you bastards come here, break everything up, you shoot people, and then you start destroying ambulances. Well just you wait, I’ll show you! And then he climbs out - so that was the situation that I’ve already described a number of times, so I have to be careful not to mess up how it actually happened. I was standing next to the boy, I measured it afterwards, it must have been some thirty metres from the tank. The square was already full of both splinters and bricks, whether whole or in pieces. And the boy picked up half a brick. The office, as he was surveying the square, he turned, and as he was turning, [the boy] hurled the brick at him. I saw the brick soar through the air along its trajectory, and it was that kind of endless moment, that kind of slow motion like in a film. It moved so slowly - surely he couldn’t throw it that far. And the officer is standing so high up on the tank. But he did hit!! Right between the soldier’s shoulder blades!!! It wasn’t recorded anywhere; then I’ll tell you what is said to have happened. He got it between his shoulder blades, luckily it didn’t hit his head. So he pulled out his pistol and fired it two or three times into the air. And that was when the blood started boiling in me - that he had the cheek to shoot around like that. So I made a step towards him to tell him what a clot he was, what did he think he was doing. And what he then did was that he pointed the pistol downwards in a semi-circle around the square. In that moment I had a complete black out - for two three seconds I have no idea what went on, but all of a sudden I was back around the corner of the town hall, some fifty metres away. I don’t know how. My friends were lying behind the steps and laughing at me, what a dunce I am, but then I saw a photograph of how the people were scattering in all directions under the barrel of the soldier’s pistol.”