Go into the mountains and become a partisan. What a glorious thing it will be! Partisans are the people with the fastest speed. With no appearance, skimming over people’s minds. In an imperceptible instant, however, dangers are carried away and the seeds of hope are spread. Concealing our bearing, people no longer can perceive us but under the earth, in the soil of the mountains, our hands hold each other tightly like root hair!

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