shooting the lightbulb out or stood still and refused to run on the heavily bombed bridge or many other similar acts of looking at death straight in the eyes. Perhaps the most terrifying was the expected of being arrested and detained on some unclear grounds in a foreign land with no language or knowledge of the culture or the terrain. My passport, at that time was definitely not helpful, and probably put me at high risk. I was detained in a remote prison, not knowing the language, left to wander around only wearing underwear, with hundreds of men around me but with no common language or familiar culture. At night I was housed in a 6ft x 6ft cement cell, sitting on the floor with my back to the walls with three more prisoners with no way to comment, hearing the horrible, extremely loud, painful screams of tortured prisoners in the next building neither facilitated a restful night sleep nor peace of mind.
Being Hysterically Blind in the Face of Torture
Detained, alone, afraid On lands that were not my own My face covered in shadows In a remote prison Screams punctuated the heavy air Beads of sweat clung to my body like tears Suddenly I became hysterically blind thinking of my own pending torture covering my mind In cobwebs of horror My captors shining a light on me My release from captivity a blur of emotions A soul full of sorrow - A shadow inside my eye, To remind me of my ordeal.