Another boy died in my arms, he had severe chest injuries. he was sitting in a Chinese restaurant, he was only 10.

He had some injuries to his head, chest and upper back.

It was like war. I'd never seen anything like it before, a child, a baby, blood everywhere, the smell of burnt skin, of burnt hair.

Without hesitation, Anita, standing in the middle of the busy restaurant, unzipped her jeans and pealed them off...

My father died in my arms. That's tumult. That's everything exploding.

After five years, 20 million pills have been consumed, nobody's died, they've been no injuries.