TESTIMONY_GIVER:
  I was taken to a farm called Dirk Patroos.  When I arrived at that farm it was dark and it was cloudy.  I was hit with the skulls.  Then he said, "At this farm many communists are sleeping under those trees."  That is the farm where I was kept for a long time, like three or - two to three weeks.  A certain old doctor came.  He gave me tablets, then he said I should take two.  These tablets made me to feel numb.  Then they still pursued that I am still a communist.  I produced a paper to show them that I belong to - I am working at the mine.  The warrant-officer teared off that paper, then he took my identity book.  They took me again to that farm.  When I arrived again at that farm they said I raped.  After they said I raped they said I should hold a rock.  The warrant-officer took photos.  My story will be long.  After he had taken these stones, some pictures, he took me and locked me up in the cells at Verkeerdevlei.  I was eating a raw porridge.  Then from there he made me to make a statement so that I should tell.  He informed me how I should formulate my statement.  He took me to Brandfort for a case, where I looked for a doctor.  The doctor said they should telephone Vicky in Verkeerdevlei to come and take me to the doctor.  Vicky arrived.  At dusk Vicky arrived and took me.  He then informed me that I think I am wise.  He detained me at the cell.  There was a certain lady who was having a bottle so that I should urinate in that bottle.  After the day of the trial I was taken to Bloemfontein, but before that in the same van where I was put they loaded a sheep, and this sheep was given to the prosecutor.  All the black people were taken out of the court, only the whites remained behind, and the Magistrate of the day told me that the police didn't bring me there because I was assaulted.  They came with a case that I broke into a house.  Vicky requested to go back with me to Brandfort, and after some time I was sentenced to five years at Grootvlei Prison.  I requested Captain Visser to help me because my body was swollen.  Captain Visser took me to a doctor in Bloemfontein.  That is at Pelonomi Hospital.  I could not eat, I was only vomiting blood, and I asked the doctor what the problem was with me, but the doctor never gave me a reply until today.  I was afraid to reveal this because I was promised to be killed.  They told me that I must never set my foot at that farm at Verkeerdevlei.  They said because it was Verkeerdevlei I was also "verkeerd," I was wrong.  I have a request to the Commission.  I want the money that belonged to my children to go back, and their clothes, and I want the end - or the head of my penis.  That's all I want.