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on the floor, covered in blood.

There was a young guy

who'd been thrown to the floor,

then was...

They made us go down

to the ground floor.

with their truncheons they pushed us

towards the ground floor.

They kept insulting us and telling us

they would kill us.

Then the police officers

left the school.

As they went by some of them

stopped and spat at me.

Other took off their helmets

in order to aim their spit better.

At that moment I thought,

even if the comparison sounds stupid,

"This is like Chile or Argentina".

It was like those images

I'd seen in films.

The police wen all over the stairs,

spitting at us.

One officer on the landing was

hitting people as they went by.

I tried to get up.

I managed to stand up

for a moment,

as they had hit me hard on the head.

They had broken my fingers,

nose and ribs.

My right side was black and blue

with bruising.

And in the emergency room,

I saw Niels again.

He saw me and came over

to my stretcher.

He looked like a zombie,

his face was bruised and swollen

and his eyes were bloodshot.

Lena couldn't speak, she just about

managed to move her arm.

She was making strange sounds,

like groans.

I spoke to her but she didn't reply.

She was in terrible pain.

Then a doctor came

and told me

that he was going to make a cut

under my breast

to insert a tube that would enable

my lungs to breathe.

They had been pierced

by the broken ribs

and they needed to drain the blood.

And I thought:
"That's exactly

what needs to happen now".

Then they took us up to the next floor

in wheelchairs,

where the people

that had been arrested were.

On the door a sign said:

"Crisis station" ,

it was in a closed part

of the hospital, in the basement.

And then the torture started

all over again.

were dragged away

in our wheelchairs...

The "penitentiary police officers"

wen like a gang of Rambos,

with the bullet-proof vests

and all the equipment they had.

They wen muscular like bodybuilders.

And then was this small guy,

in a blue shirt, an ordinary officer,

who was like a dictator. He yelled

at us and slapped us.

Then they took me to another room

where I had to get undressed slowly.

at each item of clothing I removed,

they hit me.

Then I had to do push-ups

and with each push-up, they hit me

and so on until we reached

the bathroom.

In the shower some police officer

intimidated me

and they were excited as if

they wanted to eat me alive.

They surrounded me and shoved me,

yelling at me to hurry up.

They sprayed disinfectant

on my head.

The shower was all red, stained

with the blood from the previous day.

I couldn't see anything anymore.

The guy who was with me

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