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I am Babak Shadabfar.original from Iran, born in Teheran. My occupation in Iran was graphic
arts, I had a publicity company in Iran. My story starts with 50 paintings from takhte
jamshid(persepolis),size 100x70,that through my sister I have send to Dubai. My sister
was working in Dubai for an employer called Ahmad Salem Osman Al Hamadi who saw some pictures
of the paintings and he wanted them there for selling. My sister brought the paintings
to the Emirates, to Dubai in the year 1999.I've waited for some time but I didn't get any
news from my paintings. Because I did not go to the army so I did not have a passport,
I was compelled to leave the country illegal from the border near Bandar Abas to Jask to
get myself to There(Dubai).Around 6 o'clock in the morning they put us out of the boat
near the beach. The Afghani smuggler talked to his fellow smuggler to bring me to Dubai
and said "bring him where he wants, than let him make arrangements by your cellphone so
they can come and pick him up". I fallen asleep in the car and after a couple of hours we
arrived in Dubai. I took contact with my sister and she came to pick me up in the aria that
the smugglers left me. We went to a hotel, one of our acquaintance owned a hotel and
my sister brought me there. He gave me a room so I could go and investigate about my paintings.
From the first day I was there, I went after my paintings. I had contact with Ahmad Salem
Osman Al Hamadi on a regular basis, I've asked him what happened to the paintings and he
answered me that he was working on it and the paintings would get sold. After some time,
my money was almost finished and my sister her work visa was ending. One of the friends
of my sister told us that the paintings were out of the Emirats, I heard 2 different things,
that Ahmad Salem Osman Al Hamadi paid his debt with the paintings and another story
was that the paintings were sold to an American tourist who took them to Japan. So the 50
paintings from Takhte jamshid(Persepolis) were out of the Emirats.So I didn't have anything
anymore. After I heard that the paintings were gone, my sister went to the police in
Sarje and put a complaint against Ahmad Salem Osman Al Hamadi, he had to come to the police
station, they interrogated him and they wanted a bond, warranty from him but he was smart
enough to tell them that he did not have anything(like a card or passport) on him to give as a warranty
so he asked one of his Iranian friends with the name Kiyani to put his Iranian passport
as a warranty until they would give in a short time the paintings back. My sister had to
go back to Iran and Ahmad Salem and his friend came to talk to my sister that there was no
problem that I could stay with them until the paintings came back from Japan but that
she had to redraw her complaint. With a lot of lies and promises they persuaded my sister
and she took her complaint back so they gave the passport from the Iranian man back, even
when all of us told her not to take her complaint back. My sister went back to Iran, I stayed
with those men and they brought me to Ajman to a tailor shop that was operated by Kiani
but the owner was Ahmad Salem Osman Al Hamadi.Kiani was working for Ahmad Salem Osman Al Hamadi
and I had to work there too but I was not getting anything paid. I had to sleep in a
storage room. Sometime past until Ahmad Salem Osman Al Hamadi told me that he did not have
the money to get my paintings back from Japan, it need DHL, it's expensive, unless you have
the money to pay for it .He knew that I didn't have any money. After some time, Kiyani decided
to go back to Iran so he threw me out of the place I had in the shop. I didn't have any
place else where I could go in the Emirates. I went back to the police in Sharje and explained
again what happened, that they would not give my paintings back. The policeman who was from
origin Iranian but had a passport from the Emirates told me that everything was finished,
that my sister took her complaint back and that there was nothing anymore that could
be done. I decided to give myself to the police so I could go to jail start trying to get
my money, my rights through the jail. That time the value of my paintings was around
36.000€, the paintings that were bought by an American that time in the year 2000.They
threw my out of the police station so I went back to Ajman to the shop from Ahmad Salem
Al Hamadi.I sat there from morning till evening but nobody came to open the shop. I didn't
know anymore what to do. I bought with my last money a piece of cake, and an orange
juice, I ate it and went to the police station of Ajman, when I went there it was already
afternoon, near closing time so there was almost nobody. Nobody spoke Farsi there. I
explained my story, that there was a man that should give me money but nobody understood
what I was saying. They asked me to give my passport but I told them I didn't have one,
I came illegal in the country so they threw my in a cell in the police station. I remained
there the night and in the morning they brought me to court because of my illegal entry. In
court there was an interpreter and he asked me what my problem was, I explained that a
man in Ajman had to give me a lot of money for my paintings, I told them where the shop
was but the judge was only asking if I had a passport or did I get illegal in the country.
The judge did not ask anything else, just if I had a passport or not. The only thing
I repeated was that Ahmad Salem Osman Al Hamadi had to pay me a lot of money or give me back
my paintings. At the end the judge me with 1 month jail for illegal entry in the country.
They brought me immediately to the jail of Ajman. When I arrived in jail they served
me a nice beating from the first minute I went in. They first put me in a cell where
all the new prisoners were. The first night I was there, I had to sleep on a blanket on
the floor. There were no beds, only dirty blankets. They took all my clothes and belongings
to put in storage. I had to stay for 1 month in this jail so they've send me to another
part, where it was much harder and worse and I was constantly sick and they were beating
me constantly. Still here in this other place I still had to sleep on a blanket. To get
water, we had to wait in line to get to a water device but it did not give cold water,
the water was hot and it came drop by drop so we had to wait till evening in line and
put our bottles and glasses under the drops to get one glass of water to drink. With all
the beating, sickness (they never wanted to bring me to the doctor) I had to bare, one
month jail past. After the month was finished, they told me that I had to go to the jail
for deportation called Sadr in Abu Dhabi. When I came out of the jail and I wanted to
pick up my belongings that they had stored for 1 month, I opened my bag and I saw that
all my belongings were stolen, my belt, my camera, my glasses and some new clothes I
had were all stolen. I just got back an empty bag. They put me and some other prisoners
on a truck and brought us to Abu Dhabi. When we arrived in de jail for deportation in Abu
Dhabi it all started again, from the moment we arrived, we got beaten again. I got beaten
with a cable because I was Iranian and from the beginning I've told them that an Emirati
person who served in the army owes me a lot of money but they took his side. For some
time I was there when the Iranian embassy came to see me, they came every two weeks
to arrange everything for the Iranians in jail, to make some passport for them to use
once(laissez-passer) to go back to their country. We had to give our identity cards so they
could get us that paper to return to our country. I told them that I don't want to go back to
Iran until I get my rights here, I will not go back to Iran. The embassy told me that
it will take 2 till 3 months' time for theme to go and talk and take legal actions. Every
2 weeks they came to see me and I'd asked them what happened to my case, they've said
that they have taken contact with but no answer came yet. One month past, two months past,
tree months past and I was sick all the time. The jail refused to bring me to a doctor .For
no everything and no reason they've beaten me. Constantly they've beaten my legs, with
this kind of things I've got beaten every day on my body and on my legs, with this cable
but much bigger and harder I've been beaten every day. One time they broke during the
beating such a stick on my legs. Constantly they were very bad with me because you complain
against an Emirati. Every evening we got the opportunity to make a telephone call. After
the office hours were finished, the director of the jail went out, the officers started
with the harassments and beatings, they brought us out of our cells and told us we could make
a phone call, from the moment I got on the phone, they start beating me and they were
hitting the phone so the connection got lost. When I asked them why they were doing like
this, they said that I did not get permission to call from them and that I had to go back
to my cell, that I had to go back to Iran. Three months were past and I got a big abscess
full of pus on my leg, so big that I could hardly walk and it was very painful. I've
asked them to go to the jail nursery, to go to a doctor but they did not bring me. There
was only one man nurse who gave me every time I went to see him some ointment on a bandage.
He said put it on your leg and it will be ok. For six months I was walking with this
problem and it became so big that I had problems walking. One of my inmates who spoke and wrote
Arabic, wrote a letter to the jail director saying that I could not walk anymore and that
I was in need of a doctor. The director wrote a note that I had to be helped immediately.
They send me to the military hospital. With handcuffs, ankle cuffs and a pole in-between,
it was hard for me to walk and I was in a lot of pain. The doctor saw my problem and
gave me 6 tablets and after 1 week the abscess became dry. Even the mail nurse in our part
of the jail was surprised that I got better with only 6 tablets. One time I came out of
my cell, after 4 months has passed and the embassy had done nothing, I went in discussion
with the embassy, I wanted to have some answers from them so I kept asking them what happened
with my case. The embassy said I had to go back to Iran. Constantly the jail police came
to annoy and to bully me, they took my blankets, we slept in cells, our cell was full of Iranians,
it was the cleanest cell from all of them, we cleaned our cell constantly with Dettol,
we had iron beds without any matrass, with one blanket we could not sleep, we had to
put at least 5 or 6 blankets on it, we had to fold those blankets and put them on the
bed so we could at least sleep on it. The police always came to annoy me, they took
away my blankets, only my blankets they took away and they just gave me 1 blanket to sleep
on and 1 blanket to put on myself. They gave me the dirtiest blankets they could find and
took the blankets that I had washed and cleaned away with the excuse that they were short
of blankets but they took only my blankets and not from anybody else. Again some of my
Iranian inmates gave me more blankets so I could sleep on the bed but there were times
that I slept on those iron beds with only one blanket. One time I came out of the cell,
I wanted to go to the man nurse because I had a bad cold. On the way back to my cell
one of the police officers from jail, a very big officer who was always very bad with me
because he knew I owe a lot of money from an Emirati, start beating me and threw me
in another dirty cell, the cell from the Bangladesh, Indian and Pakistan prisoners, it was the
dirtiest cell in the whole jail. It smelled bad, it was dirty, just impossible to stay
in there, I sat down near the door and I didn't move, the officer came to see me and saw that
I was still sitting near the door and I was not willing to move so he start to threaten
me that if I don't go in to the cell, he would come and do something at night, they would
*** me. From the moment he said that, I was wearing a watch with plastic cover, I broke
my watch on the floor, the plastic broke and I cut my wrist on three places. Blood started
to run, the other prisoners started to yell and scream "somebody killed himself". All
the police officers came and they brought me to the medical nursery and then to the
head of security of the jail. He asked me why I had done this and I told him that I
got constantly beaten and bullied by the officers, they bully and torture me just because I owe
money from an Emirati, that's the only reason I am still here in jail. Until I don't get
my money, I will not leave this jail. He asked who tortured me. I've showed him all the officers
who were constantly beating me for using the phone, for food, for coming out of the cell.
The jail had long cells like silos, hangars; we could not see the outside and between them
was a little place covered with iron wiring where we could walk and then we had to go
back inside. The circumstance of the jail was very bad, it was the dirtiest jail I have
ever seen, it was the first time I had been in jail but the jails from Ajman and Abu Dhabi
are the dirtiest jails. Some of the police officers came; I have seen this with my own
eyes, in the evening, they choose between the young Pakistani or Indian prisoners and
*** them. There were also police officers, they called them ghanis, 2 police officers
who picked out some prisoners that they liked and the prisoners had to do some *** things
with the officers, they liked that the prisoners *** them. Again after 5 or 6 months I didn't
get any news so I decided to go in hunger strike. With temperatures from 40 and 50 degrees,
I went in hunger strike. First they thought that I was joking. The first day they brought
me out, they said I had to eat and they started hitting me, I told them I would not eat anything,
even if I die here, I will not eat anything, I want my right, what belongs to me, or my
paintings or the money from the paintings. The 2nd day past, the 3th day past and I was
starting to get weak. They started to understand that my action was serious, they called the
Iranian embassy to tell them that I was in hunger strike, they warned home affairs and
the director of the jail, everybody got the news from my hunger strike. They didn't come
near me anymore, they left me sleeping on my bed, and I even canceled the appointments
that I had with the embassy, every time they came, I did not go to. The police officers
came to and pulled me out of the bed dragged me to the embassy; it was a room they called
embassy where the appointments with the embassy were held. I started to go into discussion
with them, I was saying bad things to them and I told them that they did nothing for
me, I've been beaten constantly, tortured constantly but you did do nothing for me.
My hunger strike last 10 days in a heat of 40 degrees and I could not walk anymore. The
embassy didn't come anymore but I told them that until the embassy didn't come, until
the jail director and home affairs don't solve my case, I will not stop my hunger strike.
On the 10th day of my hunger strike, the first and second secretaries from the embassy came
with an interpreter into the office from the jail director, I couldn't walk anymore so
two police officers carried me into the room. The first thing the embassy did was threaten
me "you go in hunger strike, you want to make problems for our embassy, we will return you
to Iran and then we will do things to you so you will never have the guts again to do
such a things". The jail director was from origin from Afghanistan but he had a passport
from the Emirates and he spoke some Farsi, he understood everything they said. After
I went out of the room and went again in my cell, the jail director called for me again.
He asked me what I wanted, he said I had to stop my hunger strike because I was getting
weak and sick, maybe they will send you to a hospital or your health get worse. I told
him I wanted what belongs to me. He said tell me exactly what you want and I told him first
of all I don't want to go back to Iran because you heard that they threatened me, If they
return me back to Iran, they will send me to jail there and maybe it will be worse there
than here in your jail. Second thing I want is my belongings, or my paintings or the money.
He made me a promise, he said he could promise me that I did not have to go back to Iran,
and I will talk to the office of home affairs of the emirates so we can send you to another
country, if you can arrange a passport. Only if you can get a passport we well make sure
you go to another country but for your paintings, because the man who got them is an Emirati,
I can't promise you anything but I will try to help you. After that I stopped my hunger
strike after 10 days. My hunger strike was over so they send me to Dubai, even when I
did have nothing to do in Dubai. I've stayed for some time in jail in the police station
of Dubai, to get a guideline from Ahmad Salem or my paintings but there was nothing. They
brought me to the consulate, the Iranian consulate who didn't help me at all, the embassy in
Abu Dhabi didn't help me at all, the consulate couldn't do anything but let me call to Iran
so I told them there that they had to put a complaint against Mr. Hashimi, the first
secretary of the embassy because they didn't do anything after 8 months that I am in de
deportation jail sadr. They brought me back to the deportation jail sadr in Abu Dhabi.
The jail director asked me what happened and I told him nothing happened, that there was
no file from me, Ahmad Salem was not living in Dubai but in Abu Dhabi. He said he will
do something else, I'll send you to another jail in Abu Dhabi. So he'd send me to the
jail in the police station from Abu Dhabi, a very dirty prison, very dirty cells, everybody
had to sleep on a blanket, the blankets were full of flees, louse and cockroaches. The
only thing you saw till morning was little animals running around and teasing your body.
It was a little cell with toilet and shower included. I started talking with an Emirati
who was original from Iran but who had an Emirati passport, his crime was something
with cheques and they brought him there. He told me that they are playing with me; they
bring you from here to other places until you get tired and go back to Iran or to another
place. No matter how many times they took contact with Ahmad salem, they told me every
time that he went on vacation. After that I find out that he got from the Iranian embassy
in Abu Dhabi a visa to go to Iran. After a couple of days they send me back to the deportation
jail Sadr in Abu Dhabi. Again they asked me what happened and I've told them that Ahmad
Salem did not come. How many times they called, they did not give me any answer and they talked
very bad with me. Again they moved me to the police station in Ajman, the police officer
in Ajman looked at my file and said" this poor man is almost 1 year in jail, help him".
He said to everybody that they had to help me so I could get my rights. Whatever they
did was without unsuccessful. The same day they brought me back to Abu Dhabi, to the
deportation jail sadr in Abu Dhabi. From that day the torturing was decreased, the bullying
was less, I still got tortured but not as hard as before because the jail director was
on top of me, checking everything, promised me that he would help me so I could go to
another country instead of Iran. In the Iranian embassy I made acquaintance with a somebody
( a worker there) who told me "whatever you want to do, do it fast because they are through
registration, the office for birth certificates, to get a copy of your birth certificate and
make a passport for one trip(LP)and bring you back to Iran, and from the moment you
get back in Iran, you will go directly to jail there. I took immediately contact with
my family and my brother arranged a passport for me, a false passport from an Iraqi Kurd
from Sweden and he'd send me this passport in 1 week. About 1 month it took time before
I could get the costs of my flight. The government of the Emirates was going to pay for my ticket
but I had to stay there as long as the cost was balanced. They got me a ticket, an evening
flight with Swissair, from Zurich to Stockholm. I told them that I didn't want to go to Stockholm
but to England. They refused because they said that this was the only flight they have
found. In the evening they brought me to the airport. The desk from Swissair immediately
understood that my passport was a false one because there was no entry stamp for the Emirates
in the passport but only an exit stamp from the Emirates and I could not get by with this
passport. The person from Swissair started to talk with the police officers who guided
me and told them that I could not pass here. The officers started talking and explained
that I was somebody who wanted to work for some sheikh but because he can't work for
him, he should go back to his own country. I passed immigration into transit zone, they
stamped my passport because saw the letter from foreign affairs. I went to the room where
I had to take the flight where the person from the desk from Swissair told me to have
a nice flight but you have to know that we reported to Switzerland that somebody with
a passport like this is coming. The flight went from Abu Dhabi to Saudi Arabia; the plane
landed there to pick up some passengers and then went to Zurich. In Zurich I got off the
plane, it was morning, I went to the desk, the desk were we had to change our ticket,
showing our passport and get to Stockholm. From the moment I've shown my passport, they
sad immediately that my passport was false. Immediately the Swiss police came and they
brought me to the police station in the airport. I didn't have any Iranian papers on me, I
just had one Afghani card on me, and with this card they send me into the transit and
gave me a refugee request. The United Nations in the airport accepted my request and they've
send me out. From there, I came to Belgium. 19 January I went to the office of the commissioner
for refugees and stateless persons so I could declare myself as a refugee. The interpreter
I got, because it was late afternoon, translated my case completely wrong. My case was a first
class case where they could get information from the jail in Abu Dhabi and the Emirates
so they could be sure that I have been in that jail. My interpreter with name kourosh,
when I told him that I came from Oman to Dubai and then to jail, he said that I came from
Oman and I took a flight there to Turkey. When he read the things he told the commissioner,
I told him that what he was saying wasn't true, you translate it wrong, I didn't tell
you this. He said what you say is right but he told his lies and a whole other story to
the commissioner. They send me to a camp in Charleroi for refugees. In one and a half
month, I've got 2 negative answers from the commission. I've staid 1 year in that camp.
After 1 year I left the camp to Brussels. I started working in black so I had some money
to live for food. My work was art, I've changed my religion, I went to the protestant church
to Waterloo, I became a Christen, I made paintings and I brought them to the church to sell them
so I could earn my daily bread. Some days I didn't have any money at all, some days
I just ate one meal a day. I didn't have any place to sleep. An organization made me have
contact with another organization called Globe Aroma who helped foreign artists. I slept
in their storage without them knowing. I made paintings there, the organization put some
expositions. I still have all the things from the expositions, all the papers from the expositions.
Time was passing, 2001, 2002, 2003; I felt that my life was getting very hard for me.
I got in contact with a group in 2003; we all went into hunger strike, 16 Iranian persons
in the Minim church. Everybody had heard about it. We were the first group who went into
hunger strike, and after 16 days of hunger strike we were able to get our positive answer.
The answer we got was an orange card; also over there I've told them that I was in the
jail in Abu Dhabi. After that I've got my orange card, I've started a normal life, got
ocmw support, I've started some education, I've started to make paintings again, for
4 years I made them and had expositions with Globe Aroma but with no success for selling.
Nobody was giving a job to me and the organization didn't help us to get a job. I made a decision
to go and have an education at vdab; the only education there was that I really liked was
cooking, becoming a cook. I went and had the education of cook, the education that normally
took 4 years; I learned everything in 2 years. I started from associate, then assistant cook
and after that I became cook with a high number of points. After that I've found a job and
started working for an organization called joblink. One year I've worked through ocmw
for this organization. From the moment I've arrived in Belgium I had pain in my legs,
it was an ongoing pain so from 2004, I've started to see some doctors about this pain
to know from where this pain was coming. They first couldn't find the reason from my pain.
Between 2005 and 2006 I've found a specialist and went to him in Mechelen, He did a lot
of test on my legs, one of the test showed that the inside of one of my legs was broken
because of the torturing, it was already healed but he could still see the scars. For 6 months
I had to have every week 12 infiltrations in my legs, and because of the torturing,
I've got 2 sicknesses. Still I've tried to work, I've' worked in a couple of other places
as a cook. My work was good. Now I have a daughter of 6 years old, I am living together
with my wife. Because of the shock I've got lately, I can't work anymore. In the last
rapport that my specialist sends me he wrote that because of the torture I had to suffer,
you will never be able to use your legs again for the kind of work as a cook you're doing.
I gave my paintings to this man Ahmad Salem Osman Al Hamadi with a value of 36.000€
in the year 1999,I still have some pictures from the Emirates that show's that I was really
there, all things that I said in the office of the commissioner for refugees but they
did not give any attention to this. This is a picture from me in Dubai. This is a flyer
from an exposition I had in Belgium in 2009. Again a picture from me in Dubai, one picture
in Sarje,I still have all the information from where I've been in Dubai. This is an
article about the hunger strike we had here in Belgium for 16 days. This is a picture
of the jail sadr I was in, this jail was out of Abu Dhabi in the dessert, and here is written
sadr prison. I was living in one of these hangars (silos), from the hangars we could
not see anything, were you see the red circle, I was staying there for 1 year, for 1 year
I was tortured there, for 1 year I saw things that I still can't believe and understand.
I didn't have permission to call the United Nations, even when a group from the United
Nation came into the jail, I had no permission to talk to them and ask for help. From the
moment the people of UN came, the police officers threw me into isolation. The next picture
is the jail of Ajman, here, where I am showing, I was there for 1 month. Also here there were
only a couple of hangars. The next pictures are taken by me, from when we were at sea,
It shows that I came with a boat illegal into the country. The close up is from the captain
who brought us in a little boat to Oman. More pictures from me in Oman and Dubai. The last
rapport from the specialist gave me a very bad shock; this is copy of the last rapport
from the specialist, saying that after all these years of pain, after all these years
of using heavy medication, every month I have to pay between 100 and 150€ for medication,
all cost that the insurance is not paying back to me. In the rapport is also written
about all the medication I have to take. The shock I have now is that after all these years
is that I've had an education here as cook, I did art, I've been through a lot of hard
time and problems so I can do the things that I wanted to do, that I have a 6 years old
daughter now called Yasamin, that now I am not able anymore to work. The specialist said
that I can't do this kind of work anymore because of the torturing and the time I was
in the jail in Abu Dhabi. He even is willing to give this rapport for court, to prove that
I was tortured. I demand as a Belgian citizen from the Belgian government that they help
me, that they support me, stands behind me to get my rights. It is my right! If a Belgian
citizen got handled like I was, is the government going to stand up for them? The only thing
I want is, I contacted all the political groups, my wife has send mails to all of them, we
talked to Amnesty International, and we did not get any respond. We just find one lawyer
who is willing to go forward without fear. To get my right, I am willing to go into hunger
strike against the government from the United Arabic Emirates to prove that I have been
tortured and that my legs are damaged, that my muscles from my legs are damaged, so badly
that I can't stand for long time on my legs and because of this, I have to start all over
again from zero, in the art world there is no work, as a cook I can't work anymore, I
had a good job with a good salary, I was paying taxes like every Belgian citizen. I would
like that the Belgian Government supports me and that the Belgian court support me and
handle and investigate my case. My specialist who wrote my last rapport is Pieter Theuniers
, he wrote that I was tortured, this after many years of test and questions I had answered
and explanations I gave him. With all the papers I've showed him. Because of that my
legs will never work anymore like before, without medication I can't move good or act
normal anymore, like I've said before, I have to pay between 100 and 150€ for medication
so I can at least stand on my feet, medication that the insurance is not paying back. Which
answer should I give my family? That's why I took the decision that I will go in hunger
strike, take some action so all the countries can hear and understand what is going on in
Abu Dhabi, in the Emirates. I am going after compensation, a compensation I want from the
Emirates because of the torturing I had to endure. It wasn't my right to get tortured;
I was there because I owe money from an Emirati and because I owed money from this Emirati,
I got tortured. The Iranian embassy didn't do anything for me, even until now they didn't,
even to get a paper that proves that I was in that jail, they didn't wanted to help me.
Under pressure they send me a paper that wasn't good enough to go to court but for the rest
they aren't ready to help me. Their explanation is an Emirati in the Emirates; we can do nothing
against him. But now that I have the Belgian nationality, as a Belgian citizen, my political
refugee case is still open, it isn't closed but as a Belgian citizen I ask the Belgian
government and to the organizations for human rights to help me, if they won't help, I will
go in hunger strike so I can prove that it is against the United Arabic Emirates that
I will go in hunger strike so I can get compensated for everything and this for my child of 6
years old, for my family. This is the only request I have, I don't want anything else.
Imagine that you get beaten by one of the things I've shown before, with sticks, cables,
iron tubes, that you forcefully had to cut your wrist so they wouldn't *** you; that
you had to go in hunger strike for 10 days and still got beaten during this hunger strike,
they brought big plates with food to make me stop my hunger strike. I know things like
that didn't happen to you but to me it happened. I was an artist, I came to Belgium and wanted
to go on with my art but nobody gave any attention to my art so I was obliging to change my work,
started as a cook, I have worked for a couple of years as a cook with a good salary, but
now I can go on anymore because of my legs, because of the torturing. These are my last
words.
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