Just released from Guantanamo, he tells his story…

No real surprises here, just awful awful awful…

How
I entered the hellish world of Guantanamo Bay

Martin Mubanga can date the low point of his 33 months at Guantanamo
Bay: 15 June, 2004. That sweltering Cuban morning, he was taken from
the cellblock he was sharing with speakers of the Afghan language
Pashto, none of whom knew English, for what had become his almost
daily interrogation. As usual, his hands were shackled in rigid, metal
cuffs attached to a body belt; another set of chains ran to his
ankles, severely restricting his ability to move his legs. Trussed in
this fashion, he was lying on the interrogation booth
floor.

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