First days of imprisonmentJean-Pierre needed to drink, to move and, above all, to urinate. The first week in jail was the worst, he’d been put in a single cell with no place to take care of his bodily functions, a real nightmare for him given that his prostate problems caused him the urge to relieve himself every twenty minutes. He called out to the guards continuously, asking to be taken to the toilets, but not all of them complied. Just waiting for a few minutes would bring waves of nausea washing over him.
He was eating very little and drinking as much water as he could; his biggest fear was the possibility of developing a renal colic. Before leaving for this trip, he’d put some strong opioid drops in his jacket pocket, in case of emergency, but the drug had been immediately confiscate
