My mother gave birth to a particularly beautiful baby in the 1950s, and then she was told she had to breastfeed him only at the hospital, so she would come every day to breastfeed him. One day she came as always and was told the baby had died and not to worry (because) they would take care of the burial. And just like that, she was sent home with no documents or information regarding the burial. My mother just believed them, although she wondered how a healthy baby died just like that in one day. I saw the baby and was too young to understand what had happened there. Since then, we, the siblings, have been sure he was kidnapped.