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- FROM HEAVEN TO HELL -

We sat in that furnace, chained to the cell's bars like animals, for a terrible week. In all that time, we had no shower, couldn't shave and had to shit and piss in a bucket on the floor in front of everyone. We looked and stank like tramps.

Daytime wasn't so bad - at least we could keep an eye on the worst of the weirdos. Night-time, though, was a whole different ballgame. Trying to sleep next to who knew what sort of criminals, inches from a piss-pot stinking in the heat, our minds went into overdrive. I don't think I slept for more than an hour straight the whole time we were in there.

Food was plain rice with a boiled fish head in it. When I first saw it, I refused to eat it. We'd feed it to the army of cockroaches that swarmed all over the place. To be honest, the cockroaches looked more appetising.

Every time a policeman looked into the cell, we'd both demand phone calls home, or ask for a lawyer from the British Embassy to come and see us. But the cops would just wave it off and say, 'No comprendez.'

Once we had calmed down a bit, we realised that we had to get our stories straight to have any chance of getting off. At the moment, we realised, they had us bang to rights. We decided to tell a couple of little white lies to try and lessen the blow.

'We'll stick to most of our story, but make out that when they sewed the vests on us, they held guns to our heads,' said Paul. 'We'll say we told them we'd got cold