I still remember the room. It was very small. The interrogators came and went. There were different men, different faces. I don’t remember all of them because I was so weak by that point. It's not easy to describe the pain and humiliation of torture.

First they asked for the names of the people I was working with. Then they asked me to confess that I’d been carrying heavy weapons and that I’d murdered a military officer. I was screaming that I didn’t. I was shouting that I just wanted freedom for them, for myself, for everyone. I just wanted to live in freedom. They looked at me blankly. It was like I was speaking to them from another world. So they continued, and they were merciless.