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turned on Martin Garcia and then on Almlrante Brown* Then they
realized 1 was watching the road, so they pressed my head down
on the legs of the one alongside me, and pointed a revolver at
me. After travelling at high speed for about 20 minutes, we
arrived at our destination* The car stopped and they made me
get out and walk about 30 meters* Others came and asked why
they did not bring the car In. - They answered the lights
weren't working and that the hlghbeams-were on and they were
hot going to enter with the hlghbeams on. We entered a
building with a very large door (a garage door, or perhaps,
much bigger). From the little I was able to see, there was a
very large room with no one in It. They took me down a spiral
staircase to a basement. There they told me to close my eyes
and they put a very tight blindfold, with elastic In the back,
on me, which Immediately gave me an Intense headache. They
handcuffed me and shackled my feet together by a chain with
padlocks on both shackles. Thy were very tight and had sharp
edges. Then they took me to a kind of cell. The place was
full of these cells. In other words, they were small rooms
made of pressed board or cardboard, with chairs and a small
desk in them. They left me there for a while, and I could hear
that they were Interrogating my husband in the cell on one
side, but I could not hear what they were saying.

The interrogation and the detention: I was soon taken to
another room much further away, and they told me to remember
that my number was 103. After half an hour, someone entered
and asked me whether I was going, to say anything or whether I
preferred to have them take me in. I said that I knew
absolutely nothing. They began by asking me my name, I.D.
number, the name of my parents, brothers, and my husband, his
parents and brothers, and the date and place of my birth. They
left and after a while they returned and asked me to tell them
what my husband was doing In C6rdoba. I answered that, because
of his work as a physician, he had been in contact with
patients whose parents were prisoners, and a short while ago,
they had begun to ask him to help them with money, samples of
milk, etc. and I knew that he had only done that because he
always brought home cans of milk, used clothing, books and
other food for the prison. Then we decided to move to Buenos
Aires. At that point In the interrogation, other persons
entered. They attached no importance to me, and all of them
left. I began to feel totally exhausted and I slept sitting
up. When they returned, they asked me again for my I.D.
number. I actually couldn't remember because .1 felt so
.exhausted and I told them so. Then they left. After a while,