When the tanks opened fire, first the windows of the neighboring houses shat¬tered. Blood started pouring from the ears of most of the people who were there. In an attempt to stir up panic and fear, the soldiers turned the tank barrels right at our noses. Suddenly I felt a wounded person stumble next to me. When I bent down to lift him up, a paratrooper hit me in the hand with a heavy metal stick. By chance, I managed to cover my head with my hand. When I turned back to look after a few seconds, I saw four corpses behind me. Next to them, a woman was kneeling down, the words to the hymn „Maria, Maria" straining from her lips. The worst thing was that the paratroopers didn't let anyone take the corpses away. I saw with my own eyes how the tanks were crushing people, and how one paratrooper hit a woman in the head with the butt of his gun.
We picked up the wounded, but the ambulances couldn't drive over to get them because there were a lot of cars parked all around. So the men gathered together and lifted the cars with their hands to make a path for the ambulances. It was only after everything had calmed down a bit that I realized I was soaked through with blood.
Lithuania, 1991.01.13 : documents, testimonies, comments. - Vilnius : State Publishing Center, 1992, p. 240.