After they changed the plastic tape which they used to hold my hands on my back for a pair of hand cuffs that they tightened brutally. They threw me on the ground facing upwards to step on my chest and stomach, a thing that provoked great pain on my wrists.
Later they told me that they were going to take me to the Province Information Brigade police station in Barcelona and that if I was going to keep silent they were going to stop in the woodland of Girona and shoot me. While in the car they kept assaulting me and when we reached a poorly illuminated section of the leisure area of the motorway they made me step out of the car to take a walk around the woods were nobody would know what would happen. As I kept quite they pushed me violently back in the car and told me that once we get to Barcelona, their superiors will be asking them for quick results.
Once in Barcelona, they put me in a cell and the ones who later will participate in the interrogations paraded before me. Amongst them, of course, the good police man offered to help me if I was going to talk. However the first three days on in communication were characterised for the physical torture: they hit and twisted my penis and testicles, they pulled my pubic hair and beard with latex cloves and so on.
This time though, different from Port Bou, they were very careful of not leaving any marks on me. The threatening was also constant and assorted. They insisted that I would end up talking and added up that: if we need to use the bag, the vaulting horse or the electric trods then we will, and if we have to hang you by your balls from the ceiling we will also do it. You must be certain that you are not going to come out alive from here without telling us what you know, we have impunity. For the judges in the National Audience Chamber you are nothing but a fucking terrorist, and if a trip-up and end-up killing yourself in these premises nobody's going to claim nothing for it. And all this combined with the lack of sleep and rest, the obligation to keep standing up, the humiliations, the insults etc.
In the same way they used the emotional blackmailing and the use of drugs. And although I refused to accept their food and their drink, except for the tap water, they opted to spray the floor underneath the door with a liquid that provoked me hallucinations: I could see my skin tearing apart, snakes and lizards around the floor, and the walls seemed to adopt different shapes and relieves, a thing that provoked me a certain paranoia when I tried to lean on them. I guess that in order to increase the paranoia they put in the cell a kind of blanket that they inflated from the outside and that for me had the shape of a cage in which there were several rats and snakes. I know they were not real because I stamped a chair on them.
Another of the effects that the drugs provoked was disorientation, dazed condition, slow reflexes and a great dryness in my mouth. Moreover, they were controlling all my movements and reactions through a camera placed inside the cell. Regarding the emotional blackmailing, they pretended to have arrested my former partner in A Coruna for which they disguised a police woman with a look-alike hairstyle and clothing. They also tried to make me believe they had arrested my actual partner, and they threatened me to jail different friends who didn't know about my communist militancy under 'collaboration with an armed band' if I didn't answer each of their questions. Another trick they used to persuade me was to interrogate me in a room full of 'trophies' of my dead comrades assassinated and fallen in struggle.
In the last 48 hours of the five day they had me held, they soften things down: They stopped hitting me and they aloud me to change my blooded clothes into clean ones. Maybe it had something to do with it that they provoked me a sever bleeding in my nose and had to call the emergency services to take me to hospital on two occasions. What I am convinced of is that they had orders to take me to the National Audience Chamber without visible torture marks on me. Although it seemed that the judge Maria Teresa Palacios didn't care that they brought me in front of her with obvious signs of torture and violence on my face as she didn't enquire about them. And in the same way that I did in the police station, I refused to give a declaration.
And it is because in spite of the promises of change and democratic regeneration of the G.A.L (State sponsored Terrorist Group) I have verified in my own flesh that torture isn't disagreeable with 'the law'. The catch word seems to be: Torture yes, but not much noticeable. Even though when I was put in prison I still had the effects of the beatings I received: serious injuries in my nose, mouth, and left eye swollen, a twisted and broken tooth, several wounds on my scalp and on my right leg, circulation problems in my thumb and right hand, and scares on both wrists. Besides that, I feel well in a good mood and ready to carry on fighting, now in this front, which are the extermination centres of the fascist Spanish state.