Every Monday, come 2 p.m. I’m usually ready in my seat in the Visitor’s Lock, unless there’s been a long wait to get fingerprinted and frisked. I then wait for Hormoz (not his real name) to get picked up from his cell on the wing and brought up. Weekday afternoons are normally pretty quiet here in the Lock, where family and friends sit on plastic chairs at plastic tables, both bolted to the floor, as they keep an eye on the door through which the detainees enter.

Two of the U.K.’s …

by Jonathan Conlin | January 22, 2015

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