I thought I was lucky to be sent to prison. At that time, people in my situation were more often eliminated than imprisoned, so arriving in prison was not a tragedy – quite the opposite, in fact.
I spent a year in solitary confinement in El-Harrach. My cell measured around two metres by two point five metres. There was a squat toilet and two blankets but no window, bed or mattress. The sanitary conditions were atrocious: we were only allowed to shower once every two weeks. There were lice and rats everywhere. I couldn’t see my fellow prisoners, who were sentenced to death, but we could communicate through the wall after the guards had finished their rounds. I also learnt Arabic grammar and conjugation thanks to one of the other prisoners, Nadir H., who was an architect. Coincidentally, he was one of my clients before my arrest. Not long before, I had promised him that I would come visit him very soon. When he realised that I was now in one of the neighbouring cells, he said to me: “You promised that you’d come see me, but you didn’t tell me you’d go that far!” He was happy to see me because he’d thought I was dead. I owe him a lot.
My cell in El-Harrach adjoined the “office”, a sort of anteroom before the cells where prisoners were beaten before they were locked up. Between 8am and 6pm every day, I could hear people being beaten with rubber hoses, crying and begging. In the end, I got used to it.
I then spent two years in Tizi Ouzou, around a hundred kilometres from Algiers. There, I wasn’t in solitary confinement. It was more modern than El-Harrach. The cells, which measured around six square metres, were designed for one person but in reality, more often held four. There was also a little courtyard of around a hundred square metres. It was a little cramped for 150 people, but we could still move in it.
Every experience is different. Living conditions can vary considerably depending on the prison system, the area and the individual. When I was in solitary confinement, my fellow prisoners and I were freer than other prisoners: the fact that we were wrongly imprisoned meant that we didn’t feel as though we were in prison.
No matter how bad the prison conditions are, people can get used to them.
Of course, we were imprisoned in the worst possible conditions, but that also meant that the prison authorities had no power over us. This was not the case for other prisoners. For example, some people were in the prison infirmary in much better conditions, but the guards were constantly threatening to move them to solitary confinement, so they were not free. We were luckier than them.