Συνέντευξη ασθενή από τα περίχωρα της Δαμασκού
It was a Friday. June 24th. the Friday of Lost Legitimacy. I left home when I heard gunfire. I left home when I heard gunfire. We went down into the Streets and saw injured people along the roads. My friends and I helped the injured. We carried them to a field hospital. They tried to arrest us for attempting to save injured people. We ran away and they started shooting at us. A sniper on a roof hit me in the leg. I didn't receive much medical care. I went to the hospital to see a doctor we know. He's a relative. I managed to reach the hospital but they couldn’t let me stay overnight. They operated on me. They put an external fixator on my leg. They repaired my artery and discharged me immediately. When I came round from the anaesthetic I wasn't at the hospital, I was at home. Every seven to ten days, the doctor would come to see me. I didn’t go out at all, I was hiding in a farm. The authorities were looking for me. If I'd gone home, they'd have come to get me. Every time the doctor came to see me he told me I needed surgery. One of my relatives here in Amman told them to bring me to Jordan. I crossed at Ramtha. Basically I was smuggled across the border.
