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It was a reaction caused by panic.

I thought:
"Get my stuff and go".

"If the police bust in hen,

I don't want to be here".

"I want to try to escape".

In the exact moment in which

I was about to get my rucksack

I saw the police van

banging against the entrance gate.

The courtyard filled up with police

officers entering through the gate,

running towards the door of the school

which was shut.

The police officers wen't running

towards the window like rabid dogs.

They smashed the windows

with their truncheons.

At that moment, I was filled

with panic

and I knew I had to get myself

to safety.

It was a mob of frightened people,

it was chaos.

Everyone was frightened... A mob

of frightened people running away.

Then there were those

who'd just woken up

and were still half-asleep

in their sleeping bags,

trying to understand

what was going on around them.

We were running aimlessly

around the school.

We tried leaving via the scaffolding.

But it was impossible and so

we continued running up and down.

On the third floor we found

a store cupboard near the toilet

and we thought we'd hide in there

so they wouldn't find us.

for an instant I found myself

on my own in front of this door.

There was no one around,

no one was running.

The gym was calm.

I imagined all the people,

everyone in the place they had chosen

to face what was about to happen.

I couldn't hear shouting

or any other noises

except for the police

trying to break down the door.

Then I saw

the first police officer appear.

He was probably the first one

that entered the Diaz School.

He stormed in with vehemence

full of hatred,

with great eagerness

to eliminate us.

He came closer and soon after

he picked up a chair

and as I was about to sit down

on the floor

he threw the chair at us.

I heard the sound of the police

officers boots coming up the stairs

and I knew they'd attack us.

Those an moments

when time stands still.

Youre fully aware

that something is about to happen

to you.

Our door opened

and we put our hands in the air.

They dragged Niels out

and started beating him up.

Then they started hitting

and kicking me

until I fell to the ground

in the corridor.

I barely saw

Lena being dragged away.

I was dragged out of the store

cupboard too.

I had a semi-circle of police officers

in front of me.

Between eight and eleven officers.

I kept my hands in the air and

they hit me on the head and shoulders.

After the first blows,

I fell to the ground.

I turned to protect my head

so they hit me in my ribs

and they kicked me on the back.

I felt almost immediately

that my ribs had been broken.

Then was a coat rack on the wall

and they kept picking me up

and throwing me against the hooks.

As I stood up wearily,

they kicked me on the legs

and so I fell down again

then they picked me up and threw me

against the coat rack again.

They pushed me down the corridor

with a stick

until we got to a small landing

with three steps.

I was lying face down on the floor

and they bashed me down the stairs.

I held my hands out

to protect myself

and the police bashed my fingers

and kicked me in the head.

And then

one of them pulled me up by

my hair and dragged me downstairs

and the others who were behind

and beside them hit me in the back

and kicked me in the side.

There were 5 police oicers,

more or less,

who for quite a while,

while I was on the ground

kicked me and beat me

with their truncheons.

for the whole time I tried

to protect my head with my arms

and so I curled up into a ball

to avoid receiving too many blows

so most of the blows

wen kicks to my back.

After quite a while, the officers left

and I was left there,

lying in a pool of blood

in the corridor.

A few minutes later

another police officer arrived.

He picked up a fire extinguisher

that was beside me

and he sprayed my whole body

with it.

And as my face was covered in blood

and I had a lot of open wounds

the powder from the extinguisher

stung like hell.

I managed to get close to

a radiator and I had

lots of people around me.

It was quite a protected position.

All of a sudden I looked up

and looked into the eyes of

a police officer

who started hitting me.

I tried to shield myself

with my arms as best I could

and he was hitting me in the back.

Around me people were covered

in blood.

Then was a very young Italian girl

who was hysterical and shouting.

The police came in running

and they immediately got the first

person and hit them right in the face

with the grip of the Tonfa.

They looked like a herd

of wild boars on speed.

It was a battering of constant blows.

I don't think it went on

for more than thirty seconds

otherwise I wouldn't

have been able to survive.

The only scene I can remember

is of an officer who kept kicking me

in my ribs and stomach.

I couldn't breathe

and I seriously thought

I would die from lack of oxygen.

A savage beating.

The most violent one I've experienced,

without a doubt.

All my ability to resist

was engaged in those minutes

and I didn't know how long

I would resist.

Then the blows stopped.

So I opened my eyes.

And the scene that I saw

was dramatic.

Then all I know is that I came round

and then was blood everywhere,

above me, in front of me...

I'd never seen so much blood

in all my life

and I never want to again.

I thought the person in front of me

was dead.

He lying in a huge pool of blood

coming from his head

and it was getting bigger.

The only words I said to the woman

next to me were:

"He's dead, isn't he ?"

I thought:

"Nothing matters now,

they're going to kill me anyway".

By then I'd accepted the fact

that I wouldn't survive.

Then they threw me on top

of more people

who were lying on the floor

covered in blood

and I remember wondering

if they were dead or alive

because they weren't moving

or talking.

And I couldn't even get off them,

my arm was pressing against

my broken ribs

and it was almost impossible

for me to move.

Then I realized that my legs

were moving up and down by themselves.

I saw that someone along the corridor

was having the same convulsions

and so I calmed down

because I thought that maybe

it was normal in those conditions.

A few at a time, the police officers

started going down the stairs

and they started going

onto the other floor.

So I was able to see

the rest of the corridor.

It was a truly devastating scene,

there were people everywhere

on the floor, covered in blood.

There was a young guy

who'd been thrown to the floor,

then was...

They made us go down

to the ground floor.

with their truncheons they pushed us

towards the ground floor.

They kept insulting us and telling us

they would kill us.

Then the police officers

left the school.

As they went by some of them

stopped and spat at me.

Other took off their helmets

in order to aim their spit better.

At that moment I thought,

even if the comparison sounds stupid,

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