Talk:Kishka (prison cell)
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I'm not really sure how much of this to use or what part might make a good block quote. But here its:
"Rawicz was transferred to an immense fortress prison in Kharkov, Ukraine, where he became the personal project of a huge, muscular--and inventively sadistic--NKVD major known as "The Bull." "He ran his interrogation interrogation sessions like an eminent surgeon, always showing off his skill before a changing crowd of junior officers," reflected Rawicz. "His methods were despicably ingenious."
One of The Bull's preferred methods of breaking his subjects' will was to insert them in a kishka. No provision was made for the inmates' bodily functions and the kishkas were never cleaned. Each day, Rawicz would be hauled out of his tiny cell, hosed off, and sent to The Bull for interrogation and torture. And each day The Bull's profane anger with Rawicz grew as beatings, pistol-whippings, and cunning torments involving water and lights failed to induce the innocent man to sign a confession "All you have to do is put your name here and I will leave you alone," the torturer frequently bellowed as he shoved a thick finger at the confession.
Nights in the filth and mire mire of the kishka bled seamlessly into days of protracted torment: beatings, pistol-whippings, repeated burnings with lit cigarettes, and a session of knife torture that left permanent scars on the chest. As the torture proceeded, the prisoner grew more resolute--and his tormentor began to grow frantic. 'The limit of endurance, I found, was long after a tortured body had cried in agony for relief,' observed Rawicz. 'I never consciously reached the final depth of capitulation. One small, steadfast part of my mind held to the unshakable idea that it was death to give in. So long as I wanted to live--and I was only a young man--I had that last, uttermost, strength of will to resist them, to push away that document which a scrawl of pen on paper might convert into my death warrant.'"
From: Freedom trek: fleeing the Soviet Gulag, Slavomir Rawicz and six comrades--armed with almost nothing except an insatiable hunger for freedom--crossed an entire continent on foot. Grigg, William Norman Apr 19, 2004 The New American
http://www.thefreelibrary.com/Freedom+trek:+fleeing+the+Soviet+Gulag,+Slavomir+Rawicz+and+six+...-a0115696394 ChildofMidnight (talk) 04:57, 10 December 2008 (UTC)