二零零三年五月的一個下午，看守突然把我帶到看守辦公樓的一間大辦公室裡。四個男人正圍坐在裡面一張大桌子旁和勞教所所長有說有笑。我一進去，他們就停止說笑，敵意的看著我。
勞教所所長一臉敵意的對我說，他們是廣東省政法委的倆名處長、廣州市勞教局的處長和科長（後來我才知道，這倆名省政法委的處長也屬於廣東省610）。
一個610處長要我對那次酷刑提供證詞，語氣嚴厲的警告我：如果所說與事實不符，將當作偽證罪處理。
我開始詳細的講述那次酷刑。
那處長一邊做筆錄一邊不耐煩的催我：「講快點！」
我虛弱的說每一個字都很吃力。
另三個人敵意的瞪著我，時不時打岔問我一些刁鑽的問題。
我對他們所有刁鑽的問題都回答的清清楚楚，因為我對酷刑那幾天的所有細節都觀察和記的很清楚。
我敘述酷刑時，他們時不時幸災樂禍的嘲笑我。比如我說到打手們強灌我喝辣椒水時，他們說：「喝點辣椒水沒什麼嘛！可能你平時不吃辣的。」
我的心不受他們影響，一直保持平和、理性、言詞禮貌。
我敘述完後那勞教局的處長叫我寫一份關於那次酷刑的證詞，說他會叫看守給我紙寫，他們明天一早就要。
我問：「能不能給我多點時間？」
那時已是黃昏了，而且兩個小時的作證已使我虛弱的身體精疲力竭。
他二話不說就拒絕了我的請求，眼神和語氣充滿了毫不掩飾的敵意，「不能！我們明天一大早就來拿！」
我不再說什麼。
當我準備離開辦公室時，看見桌上有一個盒裝牛奶。看守給她們的四個上級每人面前都放了一瓶礦泉水和一個盒裝牛奶。那個做筆錄的610處長沒喝他的牛奶。
被關進勞教所以來，我連綠色蔬菜都沒見過，更別說牛奶。
我沒有以此為苦。
但今晚，我需要補充點能量。
我禮貌的問那個處長能不能把他不喝的牛奶給我。
他爽快的說可以。
我看的出，他雖然敵視大法和大法弟子，但我作證時的表現贏得了他的佩服。
（待續）
(英文對照)
An afternoon in May, 2003, I was suddenly taken to a guards’ office. Four men were chatting and laughing with the Chatou chief in the office; they stopped to look hostilely at me the instant I limped in.
The Chatou chief told me with hostility written all over her face, that they were two officials with the Guangdong Political and Lawful Committee and two officials with the Guangzhou Labor Camp Bureau.
(Later on I got to know that, the two officials with the Political and Lawful Committee were actually 610.)
One of the 610 said to me in a harsh tone, “Yiwen Tang, we demand that you give an account of the torture. If your account is not true, you will be penalized as committing perjury.”
Thereupon I started elaborating on the torture.
“Speak faster!” the 610 snapped at me while taking notes.
I was so weak I had difficulty saying each word.
The other three men stared hostilely at me, butting in asking me tricky questions time and again.
I clearly answered all their tricky questions. Because I had clearly observed, and still clearly remembered, every detail of the three days’ torture.
As I related the torture, they ridiculed me at times. For example, when I was relating being force-fed chilly sauce, they said, “It’s not a big deal at all to drink a bit of chilly sauce! Maybe you don’t eat chilly?”
Unmoved by them, I stayed peaceful, sensible, and polite.
When I was done, one of the Labor Camp Bureau officials told me to give a written account of the torture, saying he would have the guards give me writing-paper, and that they wanted it first thing next morning.
“Could you please give me a bit more time?” I asked.
It was already sundown, and the two hours of testifying had made me exhausted.
“No way! We’ll come get it first thing tomorrow morning!” He refused my request without a second thought, his eyes and voice filled with unconcealed hostility.
I no longer said anything.
As I limped out of the office, I saw a small box of milk on the table. The guards had placed a bottle of mineral water and a box of milk on the table before each of the four men, who were their superiors. The 610 who took notes didn’t drink his milk.
I had never seen any green vegetables, let alone milk, ever since being incarcerated.
I had not thought it hard.
But tonight, I needed some nutrition.
I politely asked the 610 if he would mind me taking the milk he wouldn’t drink.
He said of course not.
I could see that, though he was hostile to Dafa and Dafa practitioners, the way I conducted myself when relating the torture had won over his admiration.
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