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In Belarus thousands of people were detained, arrested and abused after the protests. Many were beaten, humiliated and starved. The BBC talked to several people who have been maltreated in Belarusian police vehicles, prisons and police departments.

Alina Beresneva, 20 years old
On the night of 8.10, my friends and I were returning from the city center of Minsk and met OMON. We did not take part in the protest, but they threw me onto the ground anyway - my hand is still scratched - and then forced us into a bus.

We were brought to Akrestsin Street (to the isolation center of the police department of the Minsk City Executive Committee - BBC). At the exit, there was a man who was saying: "You bitches, get going!" "Why are you talking to us this way?" I asked. He grabbed my neck and

kicked me to the wall. "Fuckers, examine the floor so that you know where to go for a walk," he said.

There were 13 of us, 13 girls, and they put us in a cell designed for four people. We asked the employee if we could make a call, or get a lawyer, but he replied with "You must have seen too many American films? This here is not America for you, nobody owes you nothing here."

The night passed, at about 12 pm they began counting usand asking for our first and last name. We haven't had anything to eat for more than a day, and everyone had stomackaches from hunger, so we started asking for food. We were ready to pay. But the answer was: "No, bitches,

that's how you learn whom to vote for." We were shocked to receive such a reply. It was horrible.

By the evening we started noticing - we had a gap between the food window and the door - that people were taken out and forced to sign something, even though they were yelling and acting indignant. When our turn to sign these protocols came, the girls and I agreed to deny

everything that's been written in there.

I tried to get read the protocol. "Let me know what I'm signing, please." "I'll tell you now, bitch, sign or I'll ****** [rape you] and put you in jail for another 20 days." I was shocked and crying, the traces of my tears stained that protocol.

I signed: "I agree", left my signature, did not even know what I was signing for.

They promised to free us today. We thought we would forget about this as if it was a bad dream, but no. We were taken back to the cells, then moved to another one where there were already 20 girls - so there were 33 of us in total now. It was pure torture.

The scariest moment was when there was no food. I am a strong person. But they broke me in that moment. I was just sitting there, my stomach in so much pain that I did not know what to do. You sit there and feel how your body is trying to heal but it does not work.

And you just sit like a small child. You are angry but you have no power left, and there is no one to help you.

Image copyright NATALIA FEDOSENKO / TASS
Image caption:
"Relatives of those detained during protests at one of the isolation wards in Minsk"

I didn’t know what to do, I just curled up. Then I had a cold sweat, and the girls called for a doctor. I barely got up and through this food window I said, "You see, I cannot stand, I feel sick, my head is spinning." "Now you will know where to go next time," the doctor said.

Eventually, they gave me a pill of validol - when I had an empty stomach. Of course, I didn't take it, so as not to make it worse.

Another night has passed. We decided that if they don't give us food, we will start screaming and calling for help. By 8.11, more paddy wagons came. We saw through the window how the guys were being bullied.

They were almost half-naked on their knees with their butts up, their hands behind their heads. If someone moved, they beat them with sticks.

One girl had her period. "Please give me some toilet paper," she asked. "Wipe it with your T-shirt." In the end, she just took off her panties, washed it and used it until it got dirty again. Then, during a shift change, a woman brought us paper. We were extremely thankful.

We could see the street through the window. We saw people shouting: "Let our children go!" In the next cell there was a man who kept screaming, his leg was apparently injured. They couldn't call an ambulance for him for three days, so he broke down

and started shouting out the window so that people could hear him. That's when the police officer opened the door - you could hear it well, - and started beating him and saying, "Fucker, prepare your ass, and I'll push your blood back into your asshole now."

If there was a way to punish those people somehow, I would gladly do it. This made my life split into a "before" and an "after". I used to want to get into the Ministry of Internal Affairs, to become a police officer, to protect people, human rights

but now that I’ve been there, I don’t want that anymore. Now I just want to flee this country, take all my relatives and friends, so as not to stay here.

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