Welcome to Special Unit!
While I was walking through the corridors of the detention center for the medical checkup, there were more prisoners around me than security guards. Everybody was hurrying, rushing, kept asking the guards various questions and setting different requirements and reprimands. Here I was not made to keep my hands behind the back, I was not commanded, no pure aggression was focused on me; it was possible to walk freely. This prison was controlled by the prisoners... Doctors asked me several questions like “Have you hade TB?”, “Do you suffer from the human immunodeficiency virus?”, “Have you had hepatitis?” “No? Healthy! The next!” The checkup was over. The guards took me further. A series of corridors, and we came to an iron door. A few turns of the key and it opened.
