They took me out into the light and took off what they covered my face with. But I tried not to look them in the eye on purpose so I wouldn't remember them. I kept looking down at the floor. And they sorta said "Thank you". And what's more, it was a polite "Thank you very much". They patted me on the shoulder and were like "We're going now. You can leave in half an hour". And I heard how they were also talking to other people. There were three other people sitting there in the room with me. They said the same thing to them. They just threw a key at the floor, but our hands and feet were tied up. I was the first to free my hands, and helped them. They all left, ran away.
Can you believe that later I found out that the Police Station was literally around the corner. And the police didn't help me at all. Possibly they might have even had some kind of arrangement...it was, of course, horrific.
For a period of time that made me go off the rails. It was so strange, I kept wanting to talk about it. To me it felt like every time I talked about it, the load got lighter. Then my story spread around the university and many would personally ask me about what had happened.
I was a bit of a crazy person: I loved walking around the city, just everywhere, any time of the day, I really loved walking. And I was totally unafraid of walking down random isolated places. I mean, everything was interesting to me. I wanted to see the glossy side of the city and the other side of the city. Those two contrasts is what I really liked. It was interesting to see that very vibe, what kind of vibrations go on in the air (laughs).
So, you see, there's a price for that.
— When you came out and realized that they didn't kill you, what did you think about?
— I didn't get what was going on. I remember that very night. Just darkness and emptiness. I didn't know what to do, where to go, what to say, who to turn to. I immediately went to my guitarist friends. I told them everything first, and we went down to the police station. But the police, of course, didn't do anything.
With time, this experience gets more forgotten, but do you know what's the most interesting thing? I still remembered one of them. And I saw that person on the street a year later. But I just walked past. I didn't have anything for that person, no feelings. Well, what can I say? That's just how they live, and I can't change that alone, of course. So, I just made my peace with it and tried to forget.