Baghdad prison
With much trouble I could give half a wheel on the bed and I could ambulance ambulance door glass lines of traffic signs read: "Baghdad, 235 km". I guess I live in Baghdad or camps there. Where was the one where I do not know, an ambulance pulled up. One of the soldiers opened the door. Look at me. Brief greeting. Then shut the door and left. A few minutes later reintroduced. I strongly feel hunger was lost. Thirst too. Perhaps an hour went another way. Through the same glass, I looked into the front room. And ate the sandwiches were! I have a large no.
I was no longer able to endure hunger and thirst. I yelled out loud. Maybe I"ll take a large. However, right, with his fist glass and sound "Quiet, quiet," he was tall. I beg and plead not have any benefit. Myshkaft Baghdad and trod the road ambulance. The problem of food and water but that was not news but also added to my problems and it was the bathroom. I"ve had a strange pressure. I tried to explain several times. I have problems, but as if they are injured. I had forgotten. It is known that on purpose. I can no longer tolerate such pressure and urine when it was difficult, I decided somehow their comfortable fit. This did the same. But as the series before that I was in a hospital bed, I could not just comfort her. After a few minutes I was comfortable because I feel relaxed, yet I fear that Iraqi soldiers would stop me and take the series to see what it was not the situation in their serum! Fortunately it did not happen and they just continued on his way.
I think it was 3 pm dramatically the way, chose to bypass. After a few minutes we realized the military environment. A few minutes later they stopped and opened the rear ambulance. I visited a few senior officers and questioned. After two three Iraqis who were identified with their digital cameras, reporters are a few photos of me. Also asked him questions. Such as: "Why did you come to the front? Do you want to continue the war? Or not! "Etc .... A few minutes later, closed the door and left. To set off again and we got out of the military environment and moved toward Baghdad. Into the distance along the road to Baghdad was 25 km ...
Gradually the air went dark streets of Baghdad, a burst Gzashtym.tmam one day I was in the ambulance. Without water or bread to give me. The lights of the city that saw ambulances were on the same lines on the glass. "Where are me!" I wanted very much to take me to the hospital. Maybe the medicines and treatment as I had little food or water. I saved at least of the problems. The ambulance stopped in front of the door. When the door opened, go a little further. Again in another. When they heard the sound of opening and closing. And then one in the other, the concierge before you open the door, the driver was questioned and finally allowed to move in the ambulance Dad.ranndh. I wanted to know where I am now, so I once again tried to look out. Nothing was found except the high walls. Every few yards that went to the front, a lookout tower, was also not exhaustible and white walls.
Until an ambulance stopped somewhere. Ran away and was later reversed. After a while, until they came to the door. It was long hall it was clear that the night lights. As with iron bars in prison appeared in front of me. I thought I should be in prison. When they came for me when I walk, one of two other Iraqis were non-commissioned officers. The driver and his companion took me down. Of the first rod and the second and third at the bar in a bar along the hall was dim and dark half, passed. The end of the hall. Since it was found that the sky appeared a small yard. Both chambers around the courtyard that had its doors covered with iron bars. Had never seen a place like this.
Iraqi soldiers last me the same room, on the floor and left. They go door was closed one by one. Iraqi guards stood in front of them. I was surprised that all security. Even the troops themselves were Myamdndatmad from the outside, because they were searched and interrogated. A few minutes on the floor mosaics was cold. The bus was cold, shaking. Increased thirst and hunger and cold, my feet were sore. The Sbrkrdm who come to me, not news. Of the officers in 2 to 3 meters I was walking, I asked for some water and bread. I asked him several times, but did not take any notice to me. Every time I said something or that and Nalhay, only replied: "scat" means do not Bash.hrf silent. But since that did not endure cold and hunger, I asked again. The guard was frustrated. I came close. He said: "Say: Khomeini ..., to give you food and water." It was very difficult for me to repeat the words. But not now. I repeat what I wanted from him. Pressure thirst, hunger and other cold cut Taqtm.
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