Testimony of a Basque prisoner

I was released on the 19th of January 2001- inside jail there are more prisoners than before, compared to my era at least, more sick people, and what actually happens inside stays inside. When we're released we might give the impression 'Look how well they are' but what one has to endure inside...

I would like to say hi to everyone inside, tell them to stay strong, and most of all urge those on the outside to write to them. Even if it's a letter, some photos 'look we've gone to visit someplace'- that photo will be turned around in their hands countless times and give them great joy.

It has to be made clear that if we can all give a little bit it will be enough. But we need to give. It is hard- everyday they interrupt sleep, meals, everything. Supposedly they're in charge, they can't take away the air that you're breathing, but they will keep on crushing, and crushing you...

If you are sick you cannot look after yourself. If you have a companion maybe they can help you, but this leaves the companion in a difficult position because they don't know how to help or they're not allowed to help.

Those on the outside if you can visit, visit, if you can write, write. If there's a protest rally attend it. You need to be seen. Votes count for nothing if all you did was sunbathe the day that you were meant to be seen.

From 1985 to 2001, which is when I was released, the prisoner numbers have almost doubled. What is happening?