- Posted October 16, 2013 by
Later I do receive a blanket for the following night. I am only dressed with a shirt, shorts and some socks and it will be a little cold in the middle of the night so I’m satisfied that the police-officer hands out the warming blanket to me.
Before it’s dark outside (>before sunset) I’m relocated to another prisoner cell. A police-officer comes and guides me to the juvenile prisoner cell, and he tells me that because of security reason a should spend the night in the smaller cell for juvenile captives. In this smaller prisoner cell for juveniles there are 2 young black man (Mr. Peter and Mr. Jackson, 1 about 16 years, 1 about 14 years of age) kept arrested. I again take my toothbrush, toothpaste and some soap with me to the other smaller prisoner-cell forn juveniles where I will spend the night. I am somehow pacified that I will spend the night at that other cell, because in the big prisoner-cell there are arrested some quite aggressive people that could make problems during the night – it might be dangerous in the big prisoner-cell during the night.
Not very late we (=all prisoners) are guided into the vestibule where there is a rollcall (the names of each prisoner is called to check if all of the arrested are still here). When the name of a prisoner is called by the police-officer the quoted prisoner must stand up (>as we crouch in a line in the vestibule) say a word in bemba (that I do not understand) and then the prisoner must go into the cell. I must loudly say ‘yes sir’ to the officer and then as well me I can go into the smaller cell.
I do not have any problem during the night with any of my colleagues in the smaller prisoner-cell. The young comrades are rather friendly towards me and they are behaving all right.
I do sleep (not much) while I’m furled in my blanket. The 2 young male-prisoners sleep on the bare concrete-floor under 1 blanket.
In the middle of the night, at about 02:00 hours a police-officer opens the door of the smaller prisoner-cell and he wakes us up (arouse). The police-officer is checking if everything in our cell is in order. As he sees me together with the juveniles in the cell for juveniles he is astonished and he says that I must immediately change to the big prisoner-cell, the one for the adult-prisoners. He says it is obvious that I’m in the wrong prisoner-cell. I have the opinion that this police-officer did drink a little too much alcohol, as he does not articulate the words properly – but he insists and he repeats that I must take my belongings and I do have to follow him to the other prisoner-cell, where I do belong. I’m almost inside the big prisoner-cell when the police-officer suddenly comes towards me and he tells with a surprised voice that before it was correct, I was in the correct cell, so I do have to move back to the smaller prisoner-cell and the drunk police-officer closes and shuts the door behind me, soon I do again sleep furled into my blanket.
At some later time in the night I again do wake up because of some noise. A police-officer brings a captive from the outside first into the vestibule and then into one of the other empty cells, doors are opened and closed with keys. The voices are reasonably loud. I do not see anything but I do hear quite well (witness with ears). The captive is obviously very afraid and he does whimper, he cries and he begs for some mercy. Suddenly I’m awake and I do rise my head. Then I can hear that the police-officer beats the new captive. I can hear several strokes and slaps until the captive does not make any sound anymore. Then it is again very silent and I can not hear any sound anymore. It seems that something horrible and atrocious happened to the captive newly brought into the other cell, maybe without that the captive could speak to a lawyer, without that there was court hearing, and without that an embassy did help him?
Not much later the light begins to shine through the cell-window and outside it is becoming bright, the darkness is soon forgotten and the new day starts.