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Before Annabel or I had a chance to say, “Come in,” the massive door opened, a head peaked in and the soldier from the night before said, “You need to get up. I have to take those cots away before the commander comes.” We walked the short distance to the conference room and joined the men for breakfast. The men slept there as well. The military camp did not have a jail. It was never meant to be a prison, but it handled the overflow when Camp Olivas became over-crowded with the hundreds of political detainees being taken there daily. On my second day, a young man warned me about Camp Olivas. He had been arrested once before and was sent there. He said the conditions there were bad and I was lucky to be here. “ A colegiala like you would definitely have a hard time over there. You have no idea what it is like to be in Camp Olivas. You see, when they fed us, there was very little of it and much of it tasted awful. I was always hungry. The cells smelled, and so did we. We did not shower re