Soviet Prison Hell
I am free to write here because there are no cameras. There must be no record of what happens here. I know that no-one leaves this place alive so while I have writing materials I am going to write as much as I can and then hide it in the hope that one day, when this terrible place is being torn down, a worker in the free Russia will discover what I have set down. I was a student in Moscow but I must have said the wrong thing to the wrong person because they came for me. A man in a suit and two uniformed KGB came into the room where we were having a discussion with our tutor. The man said my name and the uniforms grabbed me, handcuffed my hands behind me …