it seemed endless, the time,
the passage of time seemed absolutely endless
and trying to fill that time
with you got a plastic bowl,
the clothes you stand up in
and two blankets.
So, and a cell that's tiled floor to ceiling
and a steel door.
That's it.
Every time someone walked up and down the corridor outside,
were they coming to your cell,
were you gonna be taken away to be interrogated?
Or something else?
And from time to time
you'd hear a cell door being opened
and is that someone being taken out of the cell
or have they just gone into that individual?
And again, you could hear sounds
of people crying out in pain.
In particular, there were some Arabic voices
that I heard time and time again
and again, there's that thought
of is it my turn next?
So, when you hear those steps
going along the corridor
and then they've gone past again.
