Camp 14: Total Control Zone Page #5

your brother for this escape and not you?

I don't know.

I'm not certain today whatever they were

really hatching a plan to flee from the camp

thinking about it now.

But I was young, 14.

I felt that they wanted to try and flee.

I did what my instinct, the rules required.

I reported that plan.

But thinking about it now

I can't be certain that they

really wanted to escape.

But it was clear that my brother had

secretly fled from the cement factory.

That's why I reported the

plan to the teacher.

But it's all over now.

I had to go through a tough

time because of this incident.

I was very resentful towards my

mother and brother at the time.

But I try not to think like that anymore.

I try to do the opposite.

I think I need a break.

I can't manage anymore.

Can we stop here? It's

very exhaustive for me.

If someone else had seen them

escaping had reporting them to the teacher

it wouldn't have been so bad for me.

Allow had someone else reported them

I probably wouldn't have survived

because my father and I would

have been accused just standing by

and watching them escape

without doing anything.

How would my father have

the audacity to keep it secret?

We would definitely have become

the victims of the public execution.

Despite to all of this I reported

the offense to the teacher

and so my father and I were

at least able to stay alive.

Please translate what I said.

After I reported them that night

I was arrested in school the next day.

I was taken away in a truck.

I had to wear a blindfold,

so I couldn't seen anything.

It was pitch-black.

I didn't know where I was going.

It wasn't until I arrived

to a large building,

then I knew I had been

deported to the camp prison.

The cell was very small.

The area was only big

enough for me to lie down.

There was a hole in the corner.

That was the toilet.

The cell had a cement floor.

They took me to the interrogation room.

My eyes were blindfolded.

Two people started interrogation me.

When ever they asked me anything

they always screamed loudly at me.

They kept beating me on the head.

But I was little. They would probably scared

of hitting me too hard and killing me.

Then they started screaming at me again.

I was a little boy.

They frightened me.

They kept asking me the same questions.

Why did my mother and my

brother hatch a plan like that?

Why did they want to flee

from the labour camp?

What had my family plotted?

They asked these questions

over and over again.

They kept beating me.

Then they pulled me up to the ceiling

and they tortured me with fire.

I don't know what other people think

when hear about being tortured with fire,

but in my case they bound my

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