As my face was covered, they couldn’t identify me. Still, I along with the Palestinian guy who was helping me, was taken to the prison at gunpoint. They forced us to sit on the floor. And the interrogation began. Throughout the night, they asked us about our network. Still, the sounds of jackboots and their shouts echo in my ears and cloud my mind. Yes, they subjected me to psychological torture, but they couldn’t do anything more!
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