Camp 14: Total Control Zone Page #3

But it's all over now.

I had to go through a tough

time because of this incident.

I was very resentful towards my

mother and brother at the time.

But I try not to think like that anymore.

I try to do the opposite.

I think I need a break.

I can't manage anymore.

Can we stop here? It's

very exhaustive for me.

If someone else had seen them

escaping had reporting them to the teacher

it wouldn't have been so bad for me.

Allow had someone else reported them

I probably wouldn't have survived

because my father and I would

have been accused just standing by

and watching them escape

without doing anything.

How would my father have

the audacity to keep it secret?

We would definitely have become

the victims of the public execution.

Despite to all of this I reported

the offense to the teacher

and so my father and I were

at least able to stay alive.

Please translate what I said.

After I reported them that night

I was arrested in school the next day.

I was taken away in a truck.

I had to wear a blindfold,

so I couldn't seen anything.

It was pitch-black.

I didn't know where I was going.

It wasn't until I arrived

to a large building,

then I knew I had been

deported to the camp prison.

The cell was very small.

The area was only big

enough for me to lie down.

There was a hole in the corner.

That was the toilet.

The cell had a cement floor.

They took me to the interrogation room.

My eyes were blindfolded.

Two people started interrogation me.

When ever they asked me anything

they always screamed loudly at me.

They kept beating me on the head.

But I was little. They would probably scared

of hitting me too hard and killing me.

Then they started screaming at me again.

I was a little boy.

They frightened me.

They kept asking me the same questions.

Why did my mother and my

brother hatch a plan like that?

Why did they want to flee

from the labour camp?

What had my family plotted?

They asked these questions

over and over again.

They kept beating me.

Then they pulled me up to the ceiling

and they tortured me with fire.

I don't know what other people think

when hear about being tortured with fire,

but in my case they bound my

hands and feet with a rope.

Then they pulled me up

with my back to the floor.

And then they made a fire on the my back.

Is it true that prisoners

are tortured in the camps?

Torture? That's nothing special.

It's completely normal that torture

happens there. It's the norm.

And not just in the penal camps

for political prisoners.

Every time a suspect is arrested,

he is tortured.

We used water torture as

well as fire torture.

We had a torture chamber.

It was a huge aquarium.

The inmates are lowered into water by a

rope, all the way to the mouth.

I had a pedal I could

operate with my foot.

When I pressed the pedal, the prisoner

was fully immersed under water.

I was able to regulate with my foot how

deep he was immersed in the water.

The pain of suffocation and the fear

of drowning are unbearable.

What did they done with the rope and water?

This water torture, what

does it means water torture?

Is it okay if I answer that question later?

Although many years is past,

I don't want to remember

these experiences anymore.

I wouldn't worry if I had only

been beaten in the prison.

I still have the scars of

my torture and the burns.

That's why keeps coming back

when I start talking about it.

Beatings were standard

part of life in prison.

Of course I was beaten.

Look at my arms.

My arms aren't normal.

They have bent and deep formed.

Before I was tortured

my arms were straight.

And not just my arms.

My legs and the rest of my body too.

When I was tortured my arms were

tied up with a rope and pulled backwards.

That made the more and more bent.

I'm so angry when I see

the scars on my body

when I take a shower.

Why do I have to have

such deep formed arms?

Why do I have to have these scars?

I'm not just angry because

I'm talking about it right now.

I'm filled with anger when I

standing front of the mirror

and look at my body after a shower.

I don't have healthy

arms like other people.

And I can't wear shorts in summer because

I have so many scars on my

legs because I was tortured.

And really angry about that.

Later I told the guard that I have

reported my mother to the teachers,

so why was I've been punished?

It turned out that the teacher

never mentioned that.

He didn't tell the truth.

They finally brought me to a double

cell where there was an older man.

He was a stroke of good fortune for me.

The wounds from my burns were .

He cleaned them without

once pulling a face.

He was much older than me.

I can now say that it's thanks

to his help that I survived.

I wasn't able to move for quite some time.

During that time he even

help me to go to the toilet.

He help me a lot.

Even in such a desperate situation.

I learned from him in that cell

what I would never be able to

experience outside of the prison.

I was 14 and for the first time

in my life I got human affection.

Up until then I never

experience help from a person

and I really liked how that

emotional support felt.

I had never felt before that human

beings could be social animals.

I didn't know that people could

support each other like this in life.

One day the guards came into our cell in

the morning and gave me the clothes back.

My friend the older man in my

cell wished be all the best.

He told me all the best.

You must survive.

Those were his last words.

I was taken to prison on

the 6th of April 1996.

The torture started the same day.

I was released on the 29th of

November, that's same year.

I was in that prison for around 7 months.

I was taken to the same

interrogation room that

I have been in immediately after my arrest.

My father was there too.

That was the first time I realised

that my father have been arrested

and taken to the prison

at the same time as me.

I hadn't heard about him the whole time.

We were released and taken away in a truck.

We drove for a while.

I couldn't see anything because

we were blindfolded again.

Then we arrived in some

place and had to get out.

When they took off the blindfold

I saw that was the public execution site.

Lots of people were gather there.

My father and I had to

stand in the front row.

Then we saw that was the execution

of my mother and my brother.

Our release deliberately

took place on this day.

So we could watch this tragedy.

I saw with my own eyes.

I saw with my own eyes how my mother

and my brother were publicly executed.

My mother was hang and my brother was shot.

I didn't feel anything because for

my whole life the concept of family

had been completely alien to me.

I felt nothing when they were killed.

I thought that they deserved it

because the offence they commit it.

Instead I felt myself getting angry.

I was angry at my mother because

I thought that was her fault

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