By Amina Nazarli
“... they pressed my hands to the stove and held until a liquid flowed from them," a survivor of the Khojaly massacre, Valeh Huseynov rememberes. In the winter night I was trying to find a cool corner to cool my burning hands and put them on a cold piece of metal radiator. The pain was unbearable, but then, when it eased I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning I could not take my hands off the radiator, as they stuck to it. The enemies saw it and they pulled my legs to unstick from the radiator. My meat peeled off the palm of my hands.”
