‘My grandmother saw my grandfather in a group of army men with a rope around his neck and they were beating him and making him walk up a path towards the mountain. They were pulling and kicking him so he would walk. My grandmother begged them to let him go, but they said that he deserved it because he was guerrilla. My father and great-grandfather followed the soldiers, and they saw how they hung him and did very many other things to him my dad did not want to tell me. In front of my dad and great-grandfather, the soldiers then buried my grandfather alive. My father tried to get him out, but the army would not let him. After the army left, my father tried to rescue my grandfather, but he had already died.’

‘I was a 47 year old Guatemalan, with 4 beautiful children, with the best brother one could ask in life, with wonderful friends, and with an overwhelming desire to live in my country, but I could not have lived with myself without rebelling, arming myself with valor and denouncing before all Guatemalans who have principles and values the real reasons for the deaths of Mister Khalil Musa and his daughter Marjorie Musa, without regarding the consequences, and understanding that my life was in danger, I wanted to leave behind this testimony, should something come to happen to me, as it unfortunately did.’