...At the television tower, I ended up by the occupants' last tank that was taking part in that shameful operation. It was standing on the asphalt path which led to the tower. Another tank was parked higher up, on the hill. Part of the people were terror-stricken. The searchlights from the Soviet military vehicles were cutting through the night sky, engines droned, there were scattered shots, and people were crying, screaming and cursing the occupants. The tank that I got caught by was maneuvering. I flung myself under the tank and lay down. But people who were standing nearby ran over and pulled me out. I didn't have any fear whatsoever - the contempt and hatred that took over my body was even stronger than the tracks of the tank. Nobody got out of the tank. The tank began to maneuver its barrel rather quickly, changing the height each time, so I had to squat down because if I didn't I would have been hurled to the side. Now and then one or two men would run up under the maneuvering barrel. The tank let out a horrible stench and a terrible drone...
Lithuania, 1991.01.13 : documents, testimonies, comments. - Vilnius : State Publishing Center, 1992, p. 236-237.