First Grain of Sand — Page 107
PRODUCING FRAUDULENT EVIDENCE 91 a soldier stationed by it. There were also two soldiers stationed outside the door to my room. They watched me very closely as their plan seemed to be that when I was sleeping, the soldier sta- tioned at the high swivel window would drop the false confession paper into my room. The soldier outside my cell would then come straight in and "discover” the confession to prove me guilty. I was already convinced that if they succeeded with their plot, this paper would become my death sentence. For this reason, I was unable to sleep day or night. Any time I saw the soldiers increasing their activity outside the swivel ventilation window of my room late at night, I knew they were preparing to throw the paper inside. So I would immediately shout out that what they were doing was wrong and they should not be standing there so late at night, and he would then leave. However, the other soldier standing guard outside my door would then charge into my room angry about my screaming and would beat me severely before leaving my room. Then, after some time I would see the soldier preparing to throw the paper at me again and coming after me in the same way that a hunter pursues his prey. For two or three days, I noticed their growing determination to throw the paper inside my cell. When I could not take it anymore, I would shout in Russian from my cell, trying to get the attention of the head officer. I would tell him that his soldiers were contin- ually standing outside my ventilation window, trying to throw a piece of paper into my cell and another soldier stood suspiciously outside my door ready to storm in as soon as the paper was tossed inside. I pleaded with him to stop them. In desperation, I would sometimes directly tell the soldier to leave and not stand there any longer. He would move back and forth between the two windows