Cell No. 16, Evin

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Cell No. 16, Evin

When we entered Evin, there was a two-stair building on the right side and a building with two rows of cells on the left side. In the second row of this building, there were 16 big cells with about 2.5*3 square meters area, a supervision room, and in the end 20 solitary confinements with about 1.5*2 square meters area that all were equipped with central heating system. I was located in Cell No. 16. It looked newly made. Much equipment had not been installed and the plaster on walls not dried yet. It was so dank in a way that when I would wake up in the mornings, my blanket was completely wet. I got sick because of that much of wetness and had become allergic to smells. This sickness made serious problems for me later that sometimes it would become maddeningly intolerable.

Some nights later, they suddenly opened the cell door and threw in somebody. He was no one other than Saeed Mohammadi Fateh. After greetings I found out he was not there reasonless. Based on my experience, I guessed there would be a trail in the next few days. They were possibly seeking two aims by this attempt; one, they would check if we would coordinate and check what knew, and second, they would hear us through the microphones which had possibly been located there secretly in order to use our dialogues in the court.

First, I got close my mouth to his ears and whispered: “Listen, they may possibly listen to us. Take care and speak quietly!” Then we began talking by gestures and into ears. I told him: “Saeed! Be careful a lot! You are only here for tonight. Take care about what you say. Speak quietly and tell me what have you told them about me?” He said: “I narrated the story of my visit with Massali and Rezaee and my written contacts with you.” I said: “I am not upset if you have exposed me. It is a fight and these things may happen. It is over now. Your verdict may be execution and mine would be 15 years in prison. However, we should be hopeful that we may go out one day and continue our fight.”

He said that he had been tortured a lot. That night we talked to each other till morning and matched what we had in mind. About 9 o’clock in the morning they came and took Saeed. I was waiting to be trailed soon.

One day morning, when I was coming back from toilet, I met Mr. Hashemi Rafsanjani in my cell. I asked: “Dear sir, what do you do here?” He said: “They took me here two or three days after that event (he meant pouring water to his throat when he was fasting in Qezel Qal’eh).” I asked him: “Why did you resist that day for drinking water? There was no need for it. Your fasting would not be lapsed.” He said with a smile: “I know the God’s order for this matter. However, we should resist against whatever they say.”

Then he advised me to tell the other palls to be careful about their encounters with Husseini. Do not be deceived by some butter or yogurt they may be given. Save their pride. At last, I asked him to inform others outside prison that I had been transferred to Evin. Then we said our goodbyes

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