I was at my parents’ house for a family gathering when my father turned the TV on. We both sat there and watched the lottery being played. After I don’t know how long, my birthdate, November 3rd, was called. To my relief, I was No. 348.
Most of my friends were not so lucky, as they had low numbers below 50. Three of my closest friends died in the war, but my wife, three children and I still remember them.