This is similar to being detained in solitary confinement in the United States prison Features

In solitary, he was always freezing. Prisoners were wrapped in additional sheets and clothes, walking back and forth just to stay warm. For some days, I can see my breath.

I suffered in silence, but some prisoners were tearing their blankets, collecting them in their toilets and starting to flow, and overwhelming unity.

One night, the prisoners began at the top of the unit in the “flood” together. Pour the dirty water from the top floor to the basement, which immerses the cells there. My cell is full of water to my knee. Later, with the blockage of the tubes, the toilets began to flood, including mines, adding to chaos. Meroub, I jumped on my bed, but the dirty water started to rise until it rises on the edge of my country.

I shouted to the officers to help, but no one came. After some time, the water stopped height and began to retreat, but the damage happened – my cell was dirty. After an hour or two, an officer came and directed him to open the door.

I smile. “It is a third transformation” – which means that the unit had to remain closed – “I do not open any doors.”

“It is bad here, my brother. Let me at least take the water out,” I begged.

“You will be fine,” he said.

There were stools throughout the Earth. I felt like I was an animal in a cage.

“Please no, not again”

My trial started in December 2004 and continued until my condemnation in April 2005. I kept isolated until August 2005 when it was sent to NJSP. Two years of solitary confinement have passed.

In NJSP, placed immediately in the Population Unit. I can now go to the chaos hall to get three meals a day, access religious services and access work details in the kitchen, washing or other areas in prison. I can go to annihilation and gym and I have regular visitors.

I learned that the only way that ended in isolation was by exposure to the problem. So I made my work to stay on anything.

But after 17 years, I ended up securing an unauthorized USB wire. I was sent to a “temporary” cell to make prison violations. The above levels are detained by the ADSEG time. Unlike the province’s prison, this place was high – loudly brightly.

Some prisoners were cursing each other. Others cursed the policemen, who, in turn, were fascinating and screaming at the prisoners. Then there was a brave door kicking the metal doors of their cells like donkeys. It was a zoo.

It is clear that the previous concern was upset. It was in a deplorable state. There was food decomposition. Sit a dried stool pile in stainless steel toilet.

However, a new new coming. I was now a middle -aged man with approximately 20 years in one of the country’s most famous prisons.

I gathered my strength and joined the choir of prisoners, and invited the unit officer for some cleaning supplies and a “night bag” – soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, clothes, toilet paper, spoon, cup, leaves, blankets.

“What do you want?” A young, exhausting and tied officer asked me.

I referred to the stool on the toilet. He simply ignored and told me to use water from the sink to clean it.

“What is supposed to clean that?” I asked, urging.

“Use your hands,” he said.

It took two decades of patience and self -control for me to stick to my growing anger.

In the next two days, I got engaged.

It was the third night when I heard the adjacent child began to flow. I knew what was coming, but I had no blankets or sheets to prevent the door. The dirty water began to flow into my cell. As the water level continues to rise, I jumped on my metal bed and I prayed that the toilet would not start overflowing. “Please, no, not again”, begged.