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Then I felt a hand on my back, and another grabbing me by the arm. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he dragged me over to where the man was lying on a piece of wood that had been fastened to the crossbeam. Someome put in my right hand a hammer, and in the other a spike, then directed me to the left hand of the man who was tied there. Then with his hands, he guided my hands to hammer the nail into his hand. I obeyed. The man winced and cried out in pain, and then the blood came, some of it spattering on me. Then he looked directly at me, and said something to me in another language. But this time I knew what was being said. His eyes were filled with tears, kindness and compassion, and he said to me. We will meet again, and then we shall be friends....