I lost track of the number of times I was beaten. Once a week at least, sometimes more. Sometimes a guard would come into my cell while another one looked on; sometimes they took me to a special room where they could do a more thorough job without being cheered on by the other prisoners. Sometimes groups of guards got together in some sort of game, like soccer with prisoners as the balls. Sometimes it was military officers who came to “interrogate” me, although they seldom asked any questions and I didn’t know anything even if they did ask. There just always seem to be people who enjoy beating up someone more helpless than themselves. If you ever want to see the dark side of human nature, just become a political prisoner. You’re fair game, then, for all the sadists in the world.
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