Sonorous Sickness

The last days that I was in ACC I had become slim and weak because of fasting since I could not have war food. I would eat my lunch for evening and my dinner at dawn. Additionally, because of the blood and pus of that young student, the cell was quite unsanitary and dirty and the possibility of rotting the food was several times more.

After eating my dawn food, I felt a very bad stomachache. I had to go to toilet. But I had to wait because of the prison’s regulations. I waited for some minutes, but I could tolerate it. I began knocking on the door. The guard said: “Don’t knock uselessly; we would open it at its time, it’s not yet…”
half an hour passed and I was squirming and holding my stomach. I could not tolerate. It was a painful and miserable situation. I began kicking the door unintentionally and shouting from the bottom of my heart: “I’ve diarrhea.” The guard said: “…shut up! Or I come and make you shut up.” I said: “Do whatever you want. I cannot tolerate. I’m sick. I’ve diarrhea…”

I was still kicking the door and shout from the bottom of my heart. These shouts would decrease my pain. It was useless. I kicked the door. I’d given up and cried with a weakened voice: “Seventeen, Seventeen….” Suddenly I saw that all the other cells began kicking the doors and saying coordinately: “Seventeen, Seventeen, Seventeen, Seventeen….” It was a strange situation. It seemed all the other prisoners were feeling sympathy with me. They were protesting in a prison that nobody would dare to protest; the shout of protest was reverberating.

The sound of knockings and the shouts of “Seventeen, seventeen…” were like a riot. The guard got frightened and came fast and opened the door. I ran. I don’t know how and with what speed. I cannot say it. The pain was killing me. My face was wet of sweating. When I opened the door of the toilet, something that shouldn’t happen, happened. All my clothes and the floor got dirty. My cellmate brought a pair of trousers and a shirt for me to change my clothes.

Almost every half an hour I had to go to toilet and after that shouts of other prisoners whenever I called the guard he would come and open the door fast. It was interesting that I continued fasting despite all that sickness that I had.