Surviving Captivity and Human Interaction

Our last night in the tunnels, we were together.

In the same room,

and you shouted at o- o- one of the terrorists there,

you shouted, "Mohammed!

Make tea and bring a date, I have

a sugar crash." Just like that, no shame.

And I want to ask you,

weren't you afraid to address him like that?

There comes a point when you know,

like, listen, he won't do

anything to you anymore. He won't…

I knew it was over, it was a few—

days that we'd been out. He couldn't do anything, but

there really was this sense that it was all over,

brother.

Right.

And, like, listen, you know too, at the end of the day,

tomorrow we're not here,

so what's it to him now to bring us

tea and a date, brother? It's not like it was two days ago.

You know? So I said, listen, many times in captivity, I would

tell myself it's better to try and

be disappointed than to regret not

trying.

Right. Wow.

You know, that was also

throughout the two years.

I'd go up to them in the middle of the day,

I swear to you,

"Make us tea."

He'd look at me like this, brother.

Then, from his look,

I'd know whether to stay or run.

I swear, one look from him and I'd know if

to stay or run, bro.

Disappear.

Take off, make a run for it, bro.

Like I was never in that situation.

Listen, I had quite a situation there, oh my God.

I really wanted to make myself some tea,

have a sip of coffee, you know, you, you, you

Just with water, bro. It's dis—

gusting water.

Water with things moving inside. Bro, we were—

I remember them.

I used to rinse it with gauze,

you know, bro.