“This is one of the hardest red zones where people wrote sincere confessions in anything where absolutely nothing. There were cases when people opened their neck or caused some injuries, paid a lot of money so as not to get there. Even the right to talk there must be earned. With prisoners cooperating with the administration, you need to get up, hands behind your back, you can’t talk and ask questions, your head is lowered down, you can’t squint, you need to scratch your nose. This is the most stringent zone of Russia. Political activists for re -education are sent there.
Much worse than beating the content mode. You either stand six to eight hours a day, or sit with a straight back, legs together, knees, and nothing can be done. For any action, for example, I wanted to scratch the nose, you need to obtain permission from activists who constantly monitor everyone. It was possible to talk only on a walk for two minutes. But there were practically no walks and sometimes they lasted about ten minutes.
In addition, it was still very cold there. In general, I have not seen so much cold, although I plunged annually in the hole, and I consider myself a man, hardened enough. But you can’t warm up there. In the hut, we had +11 on the thermometer, sometimes it reached +13. But we were not allowed to wear warm things. We slept in a T -shirt and underpants, and the blanket was very thin, and the dream turned into flour. You immediately chop off due to fatigue, and after a few hours you wake up from the cold. You can’t get up. The only joy is to drink hot tea in the dining room. But sometimes the tea was cold, and it was very painful. It would seem a trifle. And and then this little thing drove crazy.
You cannot make friends or unite with anyone. You run from morning to evening, you do all the commands on the run, with your head down, your hands behind your back always, even in the hut. The situation is artificially created, as if you were late all the time. That is, you are given a minute for a minute for a minute and a half a minute to get dressed, and a half minutes to build in the local sector. All this is fast, all this is running, all this with constant cries. And you live in such an artificially created nervous tension that you are to anything and to anyone.
Go to the toilet with a person who stands and watches how you are doing your business. And at night, every exit to the toilet is recorded in the magazine. They don’t give you a spoon, they don’t give a pen, nothing can have anything there. The spoon is given at the time of eating and immediately climbs. The pen is given to write letters for 15 minutes. In theory, they should be given daily, but we had these 15 minutes once a week. And to answer one letter, I needed five weeks. ”
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