I wasn't really in prison, it was just a lock-up, a room inside the local police station, which was a two-storey building with a courtyard like all the other houses in town. The lock-up used to be a washroom; its door and windows both opened onto the yard. Now they've added iron bars on the inside of the window to stop people from reaching out and breaking the glass. The toilet is very narrow, tucked away in a corner, separated by only a piece of cloth. Along one wall, there's a table and four chairs nailed down to the floor. On the opposite wall, there are four foldable camp beds placed side by side, three of which are folded up and leaning against the wall.