October 26th and 27th: Day seven and eight.

Monday

My last message on my blog was a week ago, and meantime my family and friends must know that something is wrong. Meantime I do not believe any more that the Syrians informed my consul. I imagine all possible ways to find me. Back home I hear that all these things have been done, and even many more.

I get more and more sick; meantime I also have diarrhoea.

Nothing happens today, except for the usual lies.

I cannot do my gymnastics, I am too weak

Today I walked 6 km only.

Tuesday

I am in Nabir’s office, when an unusual noise rises outside. Two teenagers are pushed inside. I guess they must be some 15 years old. They must kneel down in front of Nabir, and now I can discover his real face. The ugly face of a chief jailor. Everybody is shouting. I have problems to understand what crime they committed; it seems they have stabbed someone.

The first beatings start.

I feel uncomfortable and ask Nabir the permission to reintegrate ma cell.

-          You sit down! He yells at me

Then I am obliged to assist to a beating that finishes in a real massacre! For minutes, who seem like an eternity to me, four guards hit and beat the two kids. They use their fists and feet; look for places where it hurts most.

There is cinema and reality

This is no cinema.

During this entire massacre Nabir observes me, looks how I react. I am horrified.

When the guards stop, sweating, the kids don’t move anymore. The guards carry them out.

I am brought back to my cage and locked up.

Ok, Nabir, I understood the message!

I am shaking, but this time it is not because of the cold.

I get up, und start turning, endlessly.

When I lay down to sleep, I walked 16 km: 16 km represent 1600 laps, 6400 turns...