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My mother was made to work in these kitchens, it was a big house up at the Mont d’Aval in the Castel. I used to go sometimes, but not a lot. I remember all the stables and all the horses, and one particular day I was playing with a friend of mine, at the bottom of the Mont d’Aval near the corner by the Haye du Puits and these two Germans came down the Mont d’Aval with their horse and cart. They had two horses and they were whipping them and whipping them, I’ll never forget. When it came to the corner at the bottom of the Mont d’Aval they just couldn’t turn the corner and they went straight into the stone wall, so of course the horses broke their legs. We were watching as children over the wall and the Germans just laughed, got down from the truck and shot the horses. Then after a while, more Germans came down and more trucks. In the end, they made us go away, they wouldn’t let us watch. When we came back outside the horses and everything were gone. I think probably they ended up on the table, in fact I’m pretty sure.
ANN QUERIPEL

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