Former political prisoner recalls her arrest, detention and maltreatment... "It was a deceptively beautiful night, the stars glittering like ice crystals in a cold and black December sky. The ringing tones of an iron bar striking the hours signaled midnight—and then other sounds shattered the silence. Dogs barking, and the ominous clatter of combat boots in the street outside. I put down the book I was reading and knew the men in heavy boots were coming for me. I still had time to flee the house, but I stayed put. My grandmother was dozing nearby. From the nearby bedroom came the snores of my father. There were shouts: ?Anybody in the house, anybody there? We?re going to check the guest book record…open the door.” I opened the house door and then the entrance to the compound..."