his wife had been, and he was trying to bring her some hot tea at night. He didn’t even manage to get to the square, but was arrested on his way there. Having asked a few more questions, the man (he refused to introduce himself point-blank), said sarcastically: “Beware, you’re gonna get yourself another article by speaking too much” and left. We started talking – who represented which university? Who inhabited which cell? We looked for people we knew. Sometime later an entire delegation entered the room: a man with a tie, another high-ranked policeman, two men in civilian clothes, one representative of the administration of the detention centre. They sat down at the table. The man wearing the tie started to talk. He introduced himself as the Head of the Department of Prevention of the Ministry of Internal Affairs – Mr D. He also introduced his deputy – the high-ranked policeman – Mr M. The two others were introduced as “lecturers”. Mr D. clarified the purpose of the meeting: to hear our pretensions, to find out our plans for the future, to know if we considered ourselves guilty and whether our opinions had changed after ten days in a cell. I was the first to raise my hand and asked about the names of the professors. Mr D. told us their names and added that they worked in the Academy of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and
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