One of the questions was, "How long would you last under torture before you would tell everything you know?" They say you never know how tough you are until you are put to the test. I disagree with "They." I know without a doubt that I wouldn't last two minutes. In fact, I wouldn't even try.
Just thinking about bamboo under my fingernails, or strategically placed electrodes makes me shudder. Heck, I'd probably surrender after the first kick with a steel-toed boot. Or an unkind word.
I like to think I might tough it out for quite a while in prison before giving up--even in solitary confinement, because, hey--I actually like being alone. And sitting still is well within my skill set.
These photos were taken in Ushuaia, Argentina at the Prison Museum. (Not MOMA, but a cool place for a field trip anyway.) The barrel in the middle is the only heat supply. In Tierra del Fuego.
Brrrrr.
I'd say the bathrooms could use some sprucing up.
Interrogation Room
I've never been much of a gossip, and now that I'm 50+, I have a tendency to forget most of what people tell me anyway. So feel free to tell me all your secrets; I won't tell a soul. Promise. Unless there's a dentist's drill involved.
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1 comment:
Solitary confinement or blasting a Brittany Spears song on repeat would not break me. But any form of physical pain... I'm caving immediately!
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