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I’m a man from a third world country. This Story happened when I was 20 years old.
One time I had been in the bus terminal just walking around and looking for the riding time to come. I should explain that there is a police post in every bus terminal in my country to maintain public discipline. Unexpectedly, a cop came towards me and addressed me that I looked suspicious and I would have to follow him to the post for a brief investigation. I followed him bewildered and shocked. He took me to the officers room at the hidden back corner of the post, where three other cops were also standing, the officer who had been sitting at his desk, boldly asked me how much I was carrying. I was astonished and replied that I didn’t know how much what he meant. He glared at me in anger and yelled me not to try to pretend that I didn’t know what he means and asked again how much drugs I was carrying. I trembled with fear and swore that I carried nothing but my personal possessions. Officer raged and ordered the four cops boldly to take me to the interrogation room. Three of them led me across the post’s backyard to an apparently abandoned quiet building at the opposite side of the yard. Passing a long corridor, they took me to a room with its windows covered with thick curtains. There was a table in the middle of the room with a lampshade hanging on it providing the only light source of the room and several chairs where positioned around the table.
