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Border Story

This story comes from a discussion list of China watchers. According to the poster, the author of the story is an acquaintance of a good friend of the poster. It may well sond like a story told by a friend of a friend of a friend etc. but I do think that it is worth reproducing, for if nothing else, it reminds us that for all the positive changess that have been made by China in the last few years, there are still serious problems.

Border Story

In starting this story, I have to say that I have never talked about
politics. Politics has never interested me and I don't find it interesting.
I just want to tell a story of what happened to me. Remember, please, that
this is not just a story but a true story.

It was about 04:00 am in the morning in 16th April, 2008 when I arrived at
Lun Nam Tha, Laos, by bus. It was very dark and the only light came from a
few light bulbs in this small bus station. The only people were an old man
who took care of the toilets and three or four Tuk Tuk drivers.

After I picked up my bags and carried them inside the bus station one of Tuk
Tuk drivers asked where I was going. I told him I wanted to go to Boten.
He said the bus to Boten didn¹t come there, but I was not sure what he meant
as his English was poor. Using hand signals he showed me that the bus to
Boten was at another station in another direction.

It's still dark outside and I¹m not sure if I should trust this driver
because this bus station looked more like a wide spot in the road in the
countryside. As there were no other people around and I am a single girl
traveling alone, I decided to wait till daybreak to be safe. When the other
drivers began asking me if I wanted to go to this other location I turned
them down preferring to wait until daybreak when there would be more people
and told them, ³No.²

They stayed there waiting for me until about an hour later when they all
left. One of the older drivers said to me, ³No more Tuk Tuk,² and then
left. But I was thinking there had to be something more and wasn¹t
concerned that they were leaving. So there was only me and the old man who
took care of the toilets.

I sat down to read a guide book. After about half hour in the dawn light I
could see there were high mountains with a large village along the road.
There were lots of banana trees and some small patches of farm land around
the bus station. But it appeared that there would be no bus to Boten, no
taxi, and no more Tuk Tuks. I tried ask the old man how can I go to Muang
Sing but he didn¹t understand me. I took out a map and showed him Boten on
the map and he finally understood me. He pointed in the direction where I
could take a bus to Boten and I thanked to him. I began to regret that I
didn¹t take one of the Tuk Tuks earlier that morning and started walking in
the direction he pointed to.

My bag was bit heavy but I¹m strong enough to carry it. When I came closer
to outskirts of the Village I saw a lady on a motorbike coming toward me. I
waved my hand and she stopped. I asked if she could take me to the Bus
station to get the bus to Boten and showed her the map and some cash and she
understood that I will pay her to take me there.

After about half hour, we arrived at the other bus station. It was small
but there were more people. I could see that some small buses that had the
name Boten on them and one was going to Boten at 0830 am.

I thanked the lady and paid her some money, then went to a restaurant across
the road for a breakfast as it was still early. I had been traveling on the
other bus for about 20 hours without rest and by now I was exhausted and
hungry. Noodles are my favorite food and I order a dish and a drink. After
I finished my breakfast there I was feeling relaxed and crossed back over to
the bus station and got on the mini-bus to Boten at 0830, but there were
only four people inside, and hen almost the bus leaving time. I got on the
small bus. There wasn¹t many people inside and the driver was not leaving
until he filled up the bus. I was so tired I dropped off to sleep in my
seat and when I awoke the bus was already on the way to Boten.
Perhaps we had been on the road some thirty or forty minutes already, and
the bus was full. I could hear some people speaking Chinese and some were
speaking English. Next to me was a Chinese man and next to him was a
foreigner, but I was too tired to talk. I tried going back to sleep and
just as I was almost asleep, I heard a Chinese man say, ³We have arrived in
Boten.²

>From Boten it is easy to go to China. I got off the bus and gave my
passport to the Laos frontier guard to stamp. I needed to go to the
bathroom but wanted to make sure my bags were safe. Looking around and I
saw a foreign man who came on the same bus with me. I remembered him
because he wore his long hair in a ponytail. He was sitting on a bench and
I asked if he would look after my bags as I wanted to go to the bathroom.
He nodded and said OK.

When I back he said he needed go to the bathroom and asked me to look after
his bag. When he got back we started talking to each other. He told me his
name was Philip and that he came from Quebec, Canada. When he learned I was
Tibetan he wanted to know about Tibet and the climate, culture, language and
the people. He had been to China before and this time he wanted to go to a
Tibetan area of Sichuan province.

We decided that we might as well walk to Mohan and as we headed toward the
border, two young Swedish men caught up with us. So we all walked together
to the border station.

On arriving at Mohan, the Chinese border station, I handed my passport to
the border guard. When he opened my passport he looked at me with his eyes
and face showing surprise. He nervously asked, ³Are you are Tibetan?² I
said Yes. The other border guards on hearing that got hyperactive and
looked scared. They told me to open my bags and said they needed to check
my bags. As I had been talking to Philip they asked him to open his bags as
well.

I didn¹t see them checking anyone else¹s bag, just Philip¹s and mine. It
seemed to me that they checked him only because he had been talking to me
and I am Tibetan. They thought we were traveling together but they where
wrong, of course, as we had just met each other about half hour ago.
As a Tibetan girl, I am a Buddhist and pray for Dalai Lama every day and
admire him. The name, ŒDalai¹ comes from Mongolians and means precious
victor while Œlama¹ is Tibetan and means teacher. Buddhism came from Nepal
to India, then through southeast Asia, into Afghanistan, Xingjian, Mongolia,
China, Korea, Japan, and into Tibet.

When Gautama Shigamoni, the Nepalese prince mediated on what life was about,
the people asked him who he was and he said, ³I am Buddha, meaning I am
awake.

The Dalai Lama is the spiritual leader of the Tibetan people. He is not a
king but when the previous Dalai Lama passes away, there is the search for
his reincarnation by priests who will look all over Tibet for the
reincarnated Dalai Lama. When the child is found, he is reared among the
most spiritual and elevated minds of the Tibetan people to show the way to
spirituality. I have always wished that I could get a chance to read his
books on life and how to live one¹s life peacefully. I never had a chance
to buy any of his books in China but when I was in Cambodia there were many
book stores selling his holiness's books. There I had bought two books.
One was The Art of Happiness and the other book was, Practicing Wisdom.
I had also downloaded some pictures of his holiness from the Internet and
had saved some pictures friends from other countries had sent me by internet
that I had saved in my Laptop.

The frontier soldiers start checking my bags and found my laptop computer
and my digital camera. Then they found one of his holiness¹ book and now
they were confident that I am some kind of extremist or fanatic and they
were going to give me some problems. They called to some leaders to come
but in the meantime there was nothing incriminating they found in Philip's
bag. Actually the books I had bought in Cambodia were the main charge
against me. I have always esteemed books that gave me knowledge about life
and my duties to mankind.

Tibetans and Mongolian Buddhists do eat meat while Buddhists in other
countries avoid eating meat. The focus of my trip to southeast Asia was to
see how Buddhists in other countries live. We all have the same origin to
our writing and culture which comes from Buddhism and from India. Our
Tibetan culture has always intrigued outsiders and we have been intrigues by
the wars and strife outside Tibet as well.

But Philip and I were sitting and waiting for get our bags back and leave
while the frontier guards were looking at us like we would try to escape.
It was so preposterous that we would think of trying to escape that if it
were not for the serious way they were treating us it would be laughable.
As one of the frontier guards started checking my laptop, I wrote down my
email address on a piece of paper and gave it to Philip. I told him that in
case I had trouble here and they arrested me to notify my friends.
Another of the frontier guards saw me slip the paper to Philip and took my
email address from him. That really upset me then. I hadn¹t done anything
wrong. But the way they were carrying on that it is illegal to have books
written by His Holiness, I figured I may be in for trouble. But I was sure
that I would be cleared because I have never done anything to against China
or talked against China. I felt confident all would be resolved because I
believe his holiness is always with me. I have been living China since I
was young and went through whole educational system in China attending pubic
schools in China.

But as they were treating me differently than all the others and going
through my bags searching for something to incriminate me I could only
wonder why? They tell us that we Tibetans are Chinese. So if I am Chinese,
why didn't they check the bags of the other Chinese people?

I felt it was unfair to pick on me just because I am ethnically Tibetan.
China celebrates its diversity and 60 different nationalities, but if there
is no equality there is no justice.

Philip and I were kept waiting for about 2 hours while they sent for a
computer expert to check my Laptop. Then a border guard came and said it
was time to have lunch. But Philip and I said we were not hungry. We just
wanted to continue our journey. Then a few minutes later a police car
parked outside the office of the border police and they told us to get into
the car and we would be taken some place else.

But just as I was getting into the car, one border guard told me to go back
inside. I wasn¹t certain what they wanted but I followed him inside where
he directed me to another room. Inside, was a female policewoman waiting
for me. She said they needed check my body and asked me to remove all my
clothing. I felt this was a hideous joke. They are treating me like I am a
convicted criminal. I wanted to know why she wanted me to undress? Before
she could answer, my independent spirit came out and I said ³No way.²
She replied sternly, ³Now you are under suspicion. You have to do whatever
I say. I kept arguing but it was useless. I feel like super angry but
there was nothing I could do as I was powerless. A criminal would be told
be told he or she had the right to call a lawyer, but nothing of the sort
was allowed me.

Of course she didn't find anything and she was checking me everywhere. That
was the worst and most humiliating experience I have undergone in all my
life including what they did earlier.

But at least they didn't do that to Philip like did to me. That was good.
He got respect.

We got on the police car and drove about a half hour until we got to a
frontier station where they told us, ³As long as you answer all of our
questions, we will let us go very soon.²

We both agreed and then they separated us and put us in different rooms.
While they were questioning me, they took my laptop into another room where
the Œcomputer expert¹ was checking it. In the meantime I knew that they
were questioning Philip but I don't know what kind of questions they were
asking him.

But they would ask me the same question 5 times or more. Each question took
about one hour as it was repetitious. Sometimes it seemed like more than an
hour. I was really doing my best to cooperate with them because they said
as long as I answered all of their questions they would let me go. And I
trusted them to keep their word.

But their questions sounded more like answers. Whatever I answered I feel
like they are making something out of my answers. Some questions I really
didn't know how to answer because I never knew the person or had never heard
about any of the places. Then they said I needed be honest with them. They
always smiled when they were asking me questions. But they should know that
for me that smile just like crying. I learned later that these techniques
and training was like that copied from the NKVD in Russia.

Late in the afternoon about 1900pm and it was dinner time. They asked us if
we wanted some dinner, but I felt full and wasn't hungry. We asked again
when we could leave and they replied, ³Be patient. We are still checking.²
Whenever we asked to go to bathroom, soldiers came with us. Were we losing
our freedom already? Philip was beginning to get upset. The border guard
leader just kept saying sorry to him but wouldn't let him leave. When we
began to feel hungry, they let us eat dinner at the same table but wouldn¹t
let us talk.

After dinner, Philip was taken to another room for questioning. I was worn
out that morning after being 20 hours on the bus. The whole day they hadn¹t
given me a chance to rest as I was answering their questions and by now I
was exhausted. I still thought that they release us as it was completely
blown out of proportion to think either Philip or I were involved in
anything criminal or had any criminal intent of any kind.

However, they began to ask questions the same questions that they has been
asking all day. Again they asked me about Philip and again I told them that
we met only briefly that morning before they detained me. But they still
thought we were involved romantically or had some relation with me.
At last I said, ³I¹m sorry I cannot continue. I am tired and I have
answered your questions. Just let me alone now. So they stopped questioning
me. About midnight I saw 3 police cars drive up and stop outside the
frontier station. The policeman got out and went into the office with the
leader of the frontier soldiers. About 0130 am leaders in another office,
they came out and told us that we needed go with them to the State police
office to check more to check my computer. They explained that they didn¹t
have a local computer expert and had to go to the state level to find a good
expert to check my laptop.

They asked me to sign a paper. When I refused, one of the police man told
me, ³It's OK if you don't sign. We can still keep you and you know we can.²
There is no justice. If they want to keep someone as a prisoner, they have
the power, especially as I am a Tibetan I have been singled out and judged
to be a danger. It is unfair as I have broken no law or hurt anyone or
plotted to hurt anyone.

When we was getting on the car, I heard Philip say, ³I am a good man. I
don't know this girl. We just met on way.² He kept telling the police he
didn¹t know me before but they ignored him.

>From Mengla county to Xi Shuang Ban Na is about 4 hours by car. I fell
asleep in the car. I was too tired.

We arrived at Xi Shuang Ban Na in the morning and were directed to a hotel.
There were three policewomen just to keep watch on me. I was too tired to
care. I fell asleep immediately. It was about 09:00 in the morning when
they woke me up. They said it was time for breakfast and then I had to go to
the office. I couldn't really eat. Just I felt like they were treating me
like a rotten piece of meat and I was beginning to smell like it too.
After breakfast the police took us to their office and began asking
questions. From their questions I knew that they read all of the emails I
had saved in my laptop. I have some very good westerner friends who I feel
are just like my family. Every email I got from them. I saved. Each of
their emails was very important to me. Each is a beautiful memory and shows
a real friendship with love. I couldn't believe they would invade my
privacy to read the exchange of words between friends. I had also written
some short articles about my travel that I describe some of my feelings. I
think everyone has some special feelings when you are arrived to some
different places or different country.

As a human, you must have respect for others. We all like it when others
show an interest in your culture, history, and your foods. We all need to
show how we have a special feeling to those whose culture is so vastly
different. We all look different, whether a small dwarf or someone born
with a defect. I feel sad and say a blessing on them as they will have
experienced rejection and hurt. My feelings or your feelings are private
about what you see in the different people you have met. Some actions by
others are repulsive to me or to my friends and these are private. There
were private thoughts that one does share with except with friends or
family. My friends and my family divulged their innermost ideas, ideals,
and personal feelings that were entrusted to me and I should ask them first
if it were OK to share with others.

This is just a very easy act if you want to show that you are a polite
person or polite team. This is a very simple human nature act. But some
people never know what is polite and what is respect. I feel so sorry for
those who invaded my privacy as they have lost that essence of being a
human. I wish I could teach them little bit what is to be a human ­ to
alleviate suffering, misery, and to console and offer them your love.
I also had so many pictures from my friends and my family that money could
not buy. These were images of people I loved and for me to remember them
by. To spy on me or others is reprehensible but just the act of looking
into my private life made me feel violated.

>From their questions. I realize that all of those emails and pictures from
my friends and family are the reasons that why they keeping me. Each of
friends and each of family. I need to explain one by one. There was 3 people
asking questions. When they finished ask all of those questions for the
first time. Ask me signature on their record. But for the first time I
didn't. Because they are encroach upon my rights. Then they said OK. Let's
go for lunch. And you should think more careful what you have down. If you
are cooperation with us. It will help you much later. But I knew that was
rubbish. And one of the policeman told me. Do you know why we keeping
Philip? Because he is with you. Otherwise we won't keep him. So you have to
tell all. That will help yourself. Then I was confused. Because in that
morning. When we arrived to frontier station not only me and Philip. There
was also two boys from Sweden with us. We walked together to there. But they
didn't keep those two boys after check their bags. So it was just a excuse.
I think they keeping him because he is from Canada. But I am sure they told
Philip they was keeping them because of me.

When in the meals room. I told Philip. I am so sorry that I just knew why
are they keeping you. Because of me. So sorry. But you have rights to call
to your embassy. He just looked at me. And didn't say anything. I thought
maybe he was angering with me. But After I knew that they was agreed to let
him leave. So he didn't wanted to say anything because he was afraid to
have any other troubles. But I feel better that they let him leave if it was
really because of me kept him for more than 24 hours in the police station
without rights. He is just a traveler. And I am sure that was the most
special experience for him in his life.

And they took me to the office back . Start their questions again. They ask
me explain that from in the beginning of my trip to the end. And why I was
travel. Who I met during the travel. And which hotels that I was staying.
That was a long story. But they said I have to answer very detail. And asked
me if I knew any about protest in Lhasa. I couldn't believe that the
protected in Lhasa. But now let me answer those questions. How silly it was!
As I said I am a Tibetan. But it doesn't mean that I did something to
against this government. And I said I really don't want to answer any of
your questions. Because I didn't answer their questions. And they can not
force me. Also it was about 20:00pm. They determined detain all of my stuff.
And they checked all of my bags again. But the most amazing thing was one of
his holiness's book still In my big bag. But they didn't discovered it
again. I didn't tell them I have one more his book. Because I knew it is a
big problem. When this finished check my bag. I said I need put some cloth
in my small bag that I need it in the night. They was agreed. And 4 of them
looking at me . I determined bring his holiness book with me. And throw it
away when I got a chance. I was really careful put book in a small jacket .
And pretended very calm. Actually in my heart. I was shaking. And keep
praying for his holiness. I knew he will protect me. I was success. I bring
my small bag to the hotel with 3 police female. And I told them that I
need take shower. They agreed with me. In the bathroom. I open the shower
water louder. Then took out his holiness's book. I said sorry to him and
praied for him. Then started tear up the book. And running away with water.
I feel very bad for that. But I am sure his holiness knowing what I was
doing and forgiving and protecting. Because I was afraid. So I hurt one of
my finger and bloody. But those police ladies didn't discovered. Everything
went perfect without any problems in the bathroom. I knew that who is
protecting me. Those ladies were bit polite with me. So we had good
conversations. Because I like to have conversation with any people as long
as you are a good person.

In the second morning. That have been 45 hours passed since they keeping me.
In Chinese law .you have to tell your family if you arrested someone more
than 24 hours. In the beginning I told them don't tell my family. Because I
thought I won't have any problems. now they are keeping me for more than 45
hours. I knew I have rights to let my family know about it. But I didn't
want to let family worry for me. I know I will be OK. So I didn't ask them
tell my family. And they never asked me if they should let my family know
that I was there with them.

In the morning. That was 18th morning. They said because they need check me
more. So they have to send me to the jail. And when checked all out clearly.
They will release me. But if I wanted to get release. I have to cooperation
with them. Then the government will leniently dealt with for me. I said you
have to give a reason to me that why you send me to jail. I didn't do
anythings to against this country. And you have to responsibility for all of
your acts what are you doing for me now. I knew as a person. Your thinking
is free. As long as you never act to did something wrong. And as the
government said. Religion is free. Your faith is free. As a Tibetan
Buddhist. I think I have rights to keep all of this. on my ID. I am a
Chinese. on my passport. I am a Chinese . But now you are treating me like
that I am not a Chinese. Your act telling me that you are not treating me as
a Chinese. Did you check all of Chinese people like me? Because I am a
Chinese as well. I have been lost my rights more than 48 hours. But I am not
complaining to you. Because you are doing your job. I should understand. And
as a Buddhist I will forgive you as well. But now you are tell me that you
need send me to the jail without a clearly reason. Don't you think it's
unfair front of the law? Everyone is equality front of the law. But now I
feel like Law is so fake. And if I real have contacts with those Tibetans
who joined protest in Lhasa. It is impossible that I would enter without any
preparedness. You think I am stupid like that? It has been more than 48
hours. But you still didn't check out that what kind of crime I have. You
have been encroached upon my rights. But of course they didn't care what I
said. They just do what they wanted. They never knew what real justice is.
In the morning about 10:00 am .They sent me to the jail. When we arrived to
the front door of the jail. I feel bit sad. But still pretended very strong
looking. from first time they leader of jail said some words that I really
felt what is jail. What is prisoner? And what is a right? What is dignity?
And my long nightmare was just started

They didn't let me take anything in side of jail. Except my toothbrush and
toothpaste. But they break off toothbrush. Then ask me go to the toilet one
of police lady need check me. My body. I said they checked already. But they
said need to check one more time. And I have to be naked. I feel like all
of my face were burning and all of my body were shaking. I took off my shirt
and said can I keep my bra? She was scream to me and said . ³No way be
quick. Took off all .² Then I said with very politely. ³You should be polite
to me. There is no reason and no rights to scream to me. Because your stupid
people are keeping me in the jail without any clearly reasons. I just like
you a human being. We are same. The only different is you are dressing an
uniform now. This is the only different from me and you.² But I had to take
off all. You know for a person. Your body is belonging to yourself. It is
your secret. No one else doesn¹t have any rights with any excuses to see it
except you were allowed. And special they are doing all of this to me is
against law. Because I didn't do anything. If I really did something wrong
for this country and Caused any serious consequences. Of course they have
rights to punish me with right way. With respect Law. Because they are
justice keeper. But now what they are doing is broking justice. And they
don't know what is justice. Just some blind people in there. When I took off
all of my cloths. In that moment that I wish I never born . As a Tibetan.
How seriously problem it is in my culture. But I have to face to it. And
Also they broke my pants. Took off waist belt and all of strings and zips
on my pants and shirt. And they didn't let me take my glasses. And no
strings for my hairs. Open my hairs without glasses. and dressing a broken
pants and shirt. I feel like there was only a dead body keep moving. I lost
completely. Those policemen told me that I didn't answer some questions that
they wanted to know. I should think it more careful in the night. And they
will come in the second day to ask. Then they left. And the jail worker
opened door inside of the jail. In the second door. They give me an old
broken sheet. And a broken red bowl. I look like a shit I am in that moment.
Then opened the third door. There were about more than ten female prisoners
looking at me. I couldn't see them very well. Because I don't have my
glasses. The wall is so high. And the door is so strong. There was nothing
inside except those prisoners. And I lift up my head. There was only iron
wire I can see. Everybody just staring at me. Looks like I am from another
world. Looks like they never saw another human being. Each of them looks so
strange for me. I was standing there didn't move maybe for one minute. And
all of those prisoners looking at me as well. I was shocked with view of
front. I think they was surprised that a new prisoner came inside. It's like
I just arrived to another world that we never heard about in our real life.
In our normal life. And I can't believe that I came to this strange world.
Then I was slowly woke up. Said hi to everyone with very polite way. Some of
them said hi to me back. But some is just looks like very angry and don't
care what I said. Looks like very cold people. So strange looking. I went
inside of the room. There was numbers for each of them. And 14 prisoners. I
am the 15th . I found a small corner put down that old sheets and bowl. Also
toothbrush and toothpaste. Everyone keep looking at me still. One of old
lady came to me said: ³Hey. You can't keep your toothbrush and toothpaste
here. You should keep it on the front of iron wire window.² I said OK. And
put on there. Then one of another lady came to me said: ³ hey. You can't
keep like that. Those Prison administrators will punish you. You have to
keep like us.² Each of them put those stuff in their own plastic cup. But
I didn't have. So I said: ³I don't have a cup.² No one speak to me again.
Everyone looks like lost their soul. Looks like they are not alive. Looks
like they are all psycho. And I was little bit get scared to look at them in
the beginning . I feel like I am in the dream suddenly. I really thought
that I was having a dream. I touched my hands. Looks real. Then I hit my
one of leg. It's painful. Shit. Then it wasn't a dream? So it was real? No.
I can't accept it. Just sitting on the one of corner. Waiting for some
normal one come to me and talk to me. Maybe after like 5 or 6 minutes. The
old lady who talked to me first time. She came to me again. Sitting in next
to me. And start ask some questions to me. I can see her face very clearly.
Slim. Tiny. No energy. But I just like a boat that lost direction in the
ocean. And suddenly found a like hope in the frond of direct. But made me
most surprise thing was her first question: ³are you a foreigner?² ³No. I am
a Tibetan.² I answered. Looks like other prisoners getting interesting in
me when I said that I am a Tibetan. Then one of young lady asked me: ³ Wow
you are a Tibetan .² Sounds like she never meet a person who from Tibet. Or
maybe in some other reasons. Looks very shocked. ³So why you come over here?
Like us Drug-smuggling. Or what ?² I even couldn't believe my own ears.
Drugs? Heard about it before .But it is always so far from my life. For me
the drug is just like in another world. Now I am so close to those people
who was took drug or Drug-smuggling. I am with those really criminals who
really did some thing against the Law. No wonder those prisoners looks so
strange for me and unhealthy. I looked around. Looked everyone again.
Everyone was looking at me again like the first sight. And looks they are
waiting for my answer. Well. I really didn't know how to answer her
question. Because I even don't know what is my crime. So I just answered as
a joke: ³Because I am a Tibetan.² Of course they don't know what do I mean?
Then I continued: ³I really don't know what I am being charged with. They
just checked some pictures and emails from my laptop which included some
books written by His holiness.² These people don't know who is his
holiness. When I tried to explain to them who his holiness, the Dalai Lama
was, one of the ladies said: ³ Oh. I understand why you are here. You must
a Tibetan separatist.²

I gave a second look at her. She was the tallest one woman in all of them
and looked more approachable but now she kept silent after I told her: ³Yes.
That is what those police think. But I am not. I am just a girl who loves
freedom and enjoys the mind of others who enjoy conversing with other people
of different nations. I have always enjoyed doing what I liked.²

Of course they believed I was in jail for doing something not for my
interest in the Dalai Lama. So I didn¹t attempt to explain to them anything
more. I also was a bit scared that they might try to hurt me so I kept my
distance from them. I felt sure that I won't be in there for long time as
people in that jail were there for some crimes they had committed. I had
committed no crime against China or anyone.