Egyptians could expect this kind of treatment from their local police station everyday of the week, and worse.
"Then the beating started. A smack on the back of the head, as I grabbed my bag by one hand, trying to shove in my computer, as the man with the mustache gripped my other arm. This was apparently a sign for more of them to begin pummelling me. I fell on the ground. Thieves were reaching into my pockets, too, trying to get what they could. I hugged my backpack and computer as kick after kick came. At one moment, I recall sitting on my knees, hands raised, yelling for my life—surreal."
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