Guantánamo Diary
■■■■■■■■■■ , ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ . ■■■■■■■■■■ was another friendly guy. He and ■■■■■■■■■■ worked very well together. For some reason, ■■■■■■■■■■ was interested in taking my case in hand. Although a military interrogator came with the team a couple of times and asked some questions, you could tell that ■■■■■■■■■■■ had the upper hand. *
    The team worked on my case for over a month, on almost a daily basis. They asked me all kind of questions, and we spoke about other political topics beside the interrogation. Nobody ever threatened me or tried to torture me, and from my side Iwas cooperating with the team very well. “Our job is to take your statements and send them to the analysts in D.C. Even if you lie to us, we can’t really tell right away until more information comes in,” said ■■■■■■■■■■ .
    The team could see very clearly how sick I was; the prints of Jordan and Bagram were more than obvious. I looked like a ghost.
    “You’re getting better,” said the Army guy when he saw me three weeks after my arrival in GTMO. On my second or third day in GTMO I had collapsed in my cell. I was just driven to my extremes; the MREs didn’t appeal to me. The Medics took me out of my cell and I tried to walk the way to the hospital, but as soon as I left ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ I collapsed once more, which made the Medics carry me to the clinic. I threw up so much that I was completely dehydrated. I received first aid and got an IV. The IV was terrible; they must have put some medication in it that I have an allergy to. My mouth dried up completely and my tongue became so heavy that I couldn’t ask for help. I gestured with my hands to the corpsmen to stop dripping the fluid into my body, which they did.
    Later that night the guards brought me back to my cell. I was so sick I couldn’t climb on my bed; I slept on the floor for the rest of the month. The doctor prescribed Ensure and some hypertension medicine, and every time I got my sciatic nerve crisis the corpsmen gave me Motrin.
    Although I was physically very weak, the interrogation didn’t stop. But I was nonetheless in good spirits. In the Block we were singing, joking, and recounting stories to each other. I also got the opportunity to learn about the star detainees, such as his excellence ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ fed us with the latest news and rumors from camp. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ had been transferred to our Block due to his “behavior.” *
    ■■■■■■■■■■■■ told us how he was tortured in Kandahar with other detainees. “They put us under the sun for a long time, we got beaten, but brothers don’t worry, here in Cuba there is no torture. The rooms are air-conditioned, and some brothers even refuse to talk unless offered food,” he said. “I cried when I saw detainees blindfolded and taken to Cuba on TV. The American Defense Secretary spoke on TV and claimed these detainees are the most evil people on the face of the earth. I never thought that I would be one of these ‘evil people,’ ” said ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■
    ■■■■■■■■■■■■■ had been working as an ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ . He was captured with four other colleagues of his in his domicile in

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