Grandfather was ill and died. grandmother became sad and died two days later. Several moments started to argue with my uncle.It became violent and started to swing at eachother with machetes. I asked him to fight a hand to hand combat and he threw his knife far away I threw mine nearby. When we statrted to fight I thought to myself I have to kill him before he kills me. I swung the machete at him and cut him until I killed him. Then I ran away. But I ran into my bother I told him I wanted to turn myself in and he said no his sons will kill you. You better just run away. So he went into the house to get my things for me, 3 shirts, 3 pants, 3 underwear, 3 pairs of socks. I felt fear.
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