My Life at the Disposal of Uniformed Strangers
I was taken to the temporary detention facility. Holding me by the elbows, I was shown into the building, whose welcoming feature is the grate, barbed wire and a sign: “Dangerous area” Downstairs. A door. A small hall with tiled walls. Another door and downstairs again. A few moments, and we were in a small reception room. A reception desk, surrounded with chairs, a small TV, a table with a T-shirt showing the image of the “Right Sector”. In front of the reception desk there were two meters of empty space, a tin couch and three doors. One leading to the storeroom, the second, grated, to the cells, and the other stayed a mystery to me.
The facility staff was informed that a dangerous criminal, a terrorist was brought to them. Consequently, th
