ABSTRACT
For me it became a pleasure to kill. The first time, it’s to please the government. After that, I developed a taste for it. I hunted and caught and killed with real enthusiasm. It was work, but work that I enjoyed. It wasn’t like working for the government. It was like doing your own true job – like working for myself. I was very, very excited when I killed. I remember each killing. Yes, I woke every morning excited to go into the bush. It was the hunt – the human hunt.
