I haven’t eaten in days.
I’ve been sitting with my legs crossed in a small cell with the palms of my hands out for 24 hours straight.
I’m at the point where I can’t do it any longer. I drop my hands and lean over, exhausted.
A guard peers in through a small hatch. I make eye contact. He yells out something unintelligible, unlatches the heavy steel door, grabs me by the neck, and slaps me in the face.
“Resume the position,” he yells with his thick Slavic accent.
This happens every hour or so. [Read more…]