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12. Nadworna Jail

During my stay in Nadworna prison I was interrogated and often knocked about.  Some interrogations lasted many hours at a time.  The worst time for me was when they discovered a little note sewn into my jacket's lining with a coded message on it.  They wanted to know what it said, who sent it and to whom.  I could only answer the last part of the question, but they wanted to know more.  They said that if I didn't tell them, they were going to shoot me in the morning. 

As promised, the next morning they marched me under escort into the yard where a firing squad of six soldiers was waiting.  I didn't know whether they were serious or just trying to break me into submission and tell them what they wanted to know.  My head at the time was working at full speed to think of a way out of this rather difficult situation and I didn't want to become a dead hero! Before being tied to the post, I told the officer in charge that, if given time, I would disclose the contents of the note.  This resulted in me being taken back for interrogation, during which they got the translation of one of my patriotic poems.  I had written a few poems in my young days, when I was in the third year of Grammar school.  At the end of this particular poem were the words "and there will come a time, when Poland will again stretch from Baltic to Black Sea", as it had a few centuries ago.  This earned me two black eyes and a few bruises all over my body.  After that they asked me why it was coded?  I told them "In case you would try to read it". 

Following this, my captors put me into a cellar with a very small window and two rats for company.  I spent seven days there, each day getting only 300 grams of black bread, (which I was sharing with my two companions), about a pint of fish bone soup and, of course, half a bucket of water.  A week later I was transferred into a bigger cell which was the next one along and which measured about 15 by 20feet.  There were 25 people in it, all of them 'volunteers' who had followed the communist propaganda promising paradise on earth.  Later on I found them in Siberia, being sentenced to many years of hard labour for abandoning instead of expanding communism in their countries.  They were also told that Russia had enough of its own communists and didn't need any more.  They were made up of Slovacs, Hungarians, Yugoslavs and some Jews as well.  One of the Orthodox Jews was trying to go to the toilet, and being Saturday, the Sabbath, asked me to tear piece of paper for him, to which I obliged.  I was sure he would have difficulty continuing this custom later on. 

After few days I wished I was back in my previous cell with my four-legged companions, with whom I would feel more comfortable than here with these so-called humans.  There was a horrible smell from their clothes which were made from sheep's wool.  They used to spit into the nearest corner and very often misused the toilet buckets.  I was kept in this cell for three weeks.  I think the reason they held me there that long was that they were hoping to catch the remaining members of my company. 

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