Transfert to Pretrial Detention Center
I was prepared for the transfer to the pretrial detention center. The cell door opened. I followed the orders. In the reception room the familiar detestable faces asked again to say all the known data. I was demanded to sign the paper saying that I did not have any claims to them. Well, how can you not sign it at that moment? When before that for ten days I had been here undressed, held and dragged by the hair, left with no food or drink, tormented and tortured... who should you hope for? I signed. They handcuffed me and led outside along the same route to the vehicle waiting for the detainees, the so called “autozak”[9]. I got up the stairs, and I was closed in a small, a meter by meter tin cage called “stakan” [10]. It was dark. The only source of
