Prison Confession
One and a half years after being arrested, I finally got on people’s radars. There appeared compassionate human rights activists, independent lawyers, offering their help. They were interested in my destiny, and for the first time I felt the long-sought support. Understanding that the time could be very limited, it was necessary to try and use up all possible ways to get the message across the world and reveal the names of the real uniformed criminals. Certainly, I hoped that my efforts could help the guys to be acquitted. I had to ransack my painful memories, reproducing the events of those days step by step. I gave the details of the tortures and humiliation, about all deprivations and sufferings that I had had to go through just to live in the independent state, my mo
